Page 11 of Going for Three

I followed Charm to the wall, loving the sway of her hips. You couldn’t convince me that every time she moved, she wasn’t dancing. I was too busy admiring her to notice she was also watching me.

“My eyes are up here.”

I grinned, lifting my attention from her body to her pinched expression. “I know, but I wasn’t trying to look at your eyes just then.”

She scoffed with a shake of her head. “Just like I thought.”

I stepped close enough to make her heart race but not enough to touch her.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

I knew my proximity was affecting her when I saw her pulse begin to jump in her throat.

“You just want to fuck.”

“If I just wanted to fuck, we wouldn’t be here, sweetheart. I’m just a man who likes what he sees. You should want a man that likes what he sees, baby girl.”

She glanced at me over her shoulder, clenching her jaw. “Not if all he can see is what I look like.”

I shook my head, wanting nothing more than to erase the distance between us, but knowing it wasn’t the time, not when she was already doubting my intentions. I mean, of course, I wanted to fuck her. Who wouldn’t? Her body was fucking perfect, and I loved women. This was more than that, though, so I remained at ease.

“You think I’m some horny, desperate ass nigga, huh?” I chuckled cockily. “I can get pussy whenever I want it.”

She rolled her eyes, turning back to the wall. “Well, go get it then.”

Unable to stay away any longer, I eased up behind her.

“Charm, relax. I’m exactly where I want to be with who I want to be with, doing exactly what the fuck I want to be doing. I’m gon’ fuck you for sure, but only when the time is right. I’m not in a rush. I know that pussy is still going to be good when you give it up however long from now.” I noticed a change in her breathing pattern.

She sucked her teeth, but she also smiled, releasing a little of the tension between us. “Whatever.”

I laughed while putting much needed space between us. I was getting a little too excited.

“What base are you going to choose for me?”

I turned to the wall of scents and began to explore through them. Bloom was in the corner reading over something, paying us no mind.

“It’s a secret,” I replied, even though I had no clue yet.

Charm giggled. “A secret?”

I nodded. “Yep. We shouldn’t reveal what’s in the scents until we’re finished.”

She hummed, turning her body completely to face me. One hand was on a bottle of vetiver.

“I really didn’t peg you as the romantic type, but I like it.”

My lips quirked to the side, ready to make a smart remark when curvy ink on her wrist tugged on my attention. Romans 8:18 was written in an elegant and clean script, but what I saw next made my chest tighten. Very faintly… nearly invisible to the human eye were a series of scars that’d long ago healed. To most, they likely went unnoticed but not to me.

At that very moment, she realized where my eyes were and dropped her arm. She cleared her throat, turning back to the base notes.

“I like your idea. Let’s do that,” she replied in a quiet voice, returning to my previous statement.

She snatched a bottle from the wall and returned to the island. My gaze drifted after her, wanting to say something but choosing not to at the last moment. Charm could hide her secrets for now. One day she’d let me see what was really underneath all of that perfection she painted on every morning before greeting the world.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I googled the scripture she had tattooed.The pain you’ve been feeling can’t compare to the joy that is coming…There was more than what met the eye to Charm, and I intended to find out every detail. No matter how dark, ugly, and painful.

Pocketing my phone, I turned to the wall and began looking over the scents. I decided to go with a patchouli and vanilla base. On the surface, Charm radiated confidence, but what I’d seen made me feel there was a depth to her personality, a depth no one had ever explored before.

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