Page 9 of Tempted to Love You
Well, damn, Rakai.
“Okay. I hear you.”
“What’s your number?”
“It’s 380-437-5192. Call me now, and I’ll lock your numb—okay.” I smile when my phone vibrates with an unknown number.
“Go ahead and order whatever you want, and I’ll take care of it.”
My goodness. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a man like Rakai. His all-gas, no-brakes approach is a major turn-on. My ex spent more time complaining than he did, taking the lead and letting me know he could handle even the minute things I desired. Meeting Rakai, despite the manner, has been a breath of fresh air I didn’t realize I needed to inhale.
“Thank you, Rakai. I appreciate it.”
“Say less. Hopefully, we can do this again without being interrupted. Out of curiosity, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a news journalist for Ribax 8 News,” I inform him with merriment shining in my eyes.
“Oh, so you snoop for a living, huh? Were you chasing a story for the station the day we met? Is that something they allow you to do often while alone?”
A small smile forms on my lips because of the common response when people find out what line of work I’m in.
“How about we discuss it when we’re without time restrictions?”
A smirk graces Rakai’s lips, and his dark skin somehow glows as his eyes twinkle with delight.
“Say less.”
Warmth expands my chest, and butterflies in my stomach cause me to shift slightly in my seat.
Rakai
Me:Good morning. I hope you were able to get sufficient rest last night. I enjoyed our abbreviated time together. Have a great day, mama.
Latia:Good morning, Rakai. Thanks, I definitely rested well. Me too. By the way, thanks again for paying for lunch. I truly appreciate you. I hope you’re off to a great day.
It took me several days to get up enough courage to use Latia’s number because I didn’t want to appear thirsty or desperate. My pulse races, and my chest and body warms rapidly while debating whether to throw out the question swarming in my mind. Blowing the air from my lungs, I decided to just go for it. The worst she can say is no. Although my desire to see her again has me internally praying that she accepts.
Me:It’s even better now. However, I have a proposition for you.
My eyes are stuck on the screen as my breath slows to a crawl, waiting for Latia’s response.
Latia:*laughing emoji*
Me:What’s so funny?
Not capable of going back and forth texting, I hit the phone icon because this conversation would be better over the phone.
“Hello.”
“Let’s do this like adults who know how to communicate. Now, can you answer my question?”
“I’m laughing because of the wild visual of what you could possibly be propositioning me with.”
Latia’s giggles pierce the line, causing my dick to twitch from the heavenly sound. Closing my eyes, I try to think about something other than sliding in and out of her slim-thick thighs.
“Are you there?”
“Yeah. I can’t even imagine, but anyway. I would like you to be my plus one at a charity gala.”
