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“Saturday, when you left with the blonde girl. I stayed and asked about you. A few of them said you are not the relationship type and that was it. Nobody was speaking ill of you.” She stood from the bed and approached me. Why did she have to be practically naked? And why was I so upset?
“I just don’t appreciate people talking about me behind my back. But you asked about me?”
She grabbed my pants and pulled me to her. “Yes, and that was all. Now, are you going to take your clothes off or are you going to stay mad?”
My mind still tugged at the fact she was discussing me with women from The Lounge, but my body decided to lose the clothes.
Chapter 14
Valentina
After a long and pleasurable night with Amy, I went home early and cleaned up before getting to work. I caught up on emails before hopping back in the car and making my rounds to several new nightclubs in Atlanta and nearby.
I was representing the band as well as a solo artist and needed to keep both acts busy and visible. The more gigs they had in the new places, the more circulation they would get on social media. With enough of a following, we could get a record deal easier than with blind submissions.
I had met with three club managers already that morning, and had promising leads, but still several to go before I could get back home and write up formal requests for them to host my clients. I struggled with each meeting as my mind was preoccupied with a certain doe-eyed beauty. She was different from the other women I had been with. I found myself drawn to her. Not just her body, but something within her. She was strong-willed and confident. Very confident.
Something was curious, though. Lucy had made comments about her being a player, and the women at The Lounge had said something similar. But when we were together, she was very defensive about that. I tried to set her mind at ease, and make sure she knew I did not intend to be needy, but she was very defensive about that as well. I suggested we discuss it, but in the heat of the moment, we ended up back in bed.
Honestly, the idea that she was not one to be tied down was what initially made me seek her out. I craved physical intimacy and figured she would be a fun time. Plus, she was breathtaking. I did not allow myself to think she would like me enough to ask me back over. Even if I wanted to become involved, it would not be smart, and I was prepared to keep myself at arm’s length. But my thoughts were filled with her and her soft hair tickling my thighs as she kissed my innermost place.
Damn it. I missed my turn.Focus, Val.
I made an illegal turn at the next light so I could get back to the stop I missed, and narrowly missed a truck. Atlanta traffic was stressful. Not to mention the drivers were atrocious and rude. I sat in the parking spot for several minutes to breathe and calm my nerves before entering the establishment. As I did, my mind wandered back to her again, almost feeling her soft hands on my skin.
My phone alerted me of a text and quickly pulled me from my thoughts.
Mãe:Oi filha. I am sure you are working but do not forget, meet us at home, Thursday at 4.
Me:Oi mãe. I have it down. I will see you then.
Mãe:Are you alright?
Me: Yes, like you said, working. I hate the traffic downtown.
Mãe:It is awful. That is why we live outside the city. You should consider moving.
Me: I know. I need to go, but I will see you Thursday. I love you andPapai.
Mãe:Love you.
I let out a sigh. I was not excited to be dragged to another event with her, but it had been a few weeks since I had dinner with them, and it was a big deal to her, so it would get me extra points for being away so long. Plus, Amy was busy the rest of the week anyway.
I checked the rear view and dabbed on some lip gloss before grabbing my bag and heading into the nightclub to try to make another connection for a client. I was waiting outside the office of the manager when my phone went off again.
I was pondering whether to check it, even though it was probably my mother again, when the door opened, and I was invited inside.
After a brief but somewhat promising meeting, I left the nightclub, climbed into my car, then locked the doors before checking the phone. A grin crept across my face and my heart fluttered.
Amy: Hey, hope your day is going well. Last night was fun.
Me: Very fun. Sorry you are busy this week but I understand. Maybe we can catch up this weekend?
Amy: Sounds good. Unless you’d be up for a night cap…
Oh, she wants a late-night visit. This is the type of thing I was expecting with her. And the sudden pressure at the juncture of my thighs demonstrated how pleased I was with this text exchange.
Me: I can stop by. Is this a short visit or sleepover?
