Page 35 of Night and Day
“You’re way too excited about this. You’re using me as a guinea pig,” Anton muttered, eyeing her warily.
“Shush, I’m not using you as a guinea pig. I’ve been putting this mixture on my face for months, so if anyone is the guinea pig, I am.”
She moved to stand in front of him, and Anton rested his hands on her hips.
“Anton…” she warned.
“What? If I’m going to let you do this, I should get something out of it.” He smiled sexily at her and ran his hands high up on her waist, right below her breasts.
Her skin tingled at his touch, but she refused to be diverted from her task. “Close your eyes so I can apply this ‘goop’ on your face, please.”
He shut his eyes, and she scooped out the product with her fingers and smoothed it onto his skin, careful not to get too close to his eyes.
Once finished, she said, “Open.”
Anton stood and examined his face in the mirror while she rinsed her hands.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“Feels okay,” he replied.
Tamika set the timer on her phone for fifteen minutes, and they left the bathroom. In the bedroom, Anton lay flat on his back and stared up at the ceiling.
Tamika straddled his thighs. “Fifteen minutes will pass before you know it, and then you’ll be so happy that you did what I said.”
He looked at her through slitted eyes. “We’ll see.”
“While we’re waiting, I have some news. I checked my email while you were in the bathroom, and I got an interview with a reporter about my product line!” She released a happy squeal.
Anton raised up on his elbows. “Which newspaper?”
His eyes brightened with excitement for her, making Tamika appreciative that she could share this moment with him.
“TheFulton County Chronicle, one of the oldest, most respected papers in the state, in their community profile section. Layla hooked me up with the reporter, who was looking for a small business to mention in that section. I’ve been interviewed about my products before, but this is the first time I’ll have a newspaper interview. The other times have been beauty blogs, and I got a little cross promotion from a couple of makeup artists who viewed my products on Instagram.”
“You’re about to enter the big leagues,” Anton predicted.
“No, I’m not.” She dismissed his prediction but excitement rose inside her. One day she hoped to have a feature in a major magazine.
Anton sat up all the way and hugged her waist. “You are. This is only the beginning.”
Tamika rested her hands on his shoulders. “We’ll see, but I can’t deny that I’m excited. She’s going to take pictures of my workspace and talk about my background and the products I’ve launched over the years.”
“Free publicity means more sales,” Anton said.
“Yep, and I’m ready for the dollars to start rolling in.”
Before long, the alarm went off, signaling the end of the fifteen-minute wait. They returned to the bathroom, and after Anton washed off the mask, Tamika patted his face dry with a towel.
“How does your skin feel?” she asked.
“Feels okay.” He moved closer to the mirror and examined his face. “Looks good, too, I guess.”
“You’ll see significant results after a few more applications. Trust me, your skin will thank you for using this product. Your friends will notice the difference, and they’ll be begging you for your secret.”
Anton laughed. “I doubt that. My friends don’t notice much.” He rubbed a hand across his jawline. “How often am I supposed to use this?”
“Once a week is enough. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.”
