Page 41 of Beyond the Cage
“Within reason, of course. After all, it’s just a picture.”
He looks to the ceiling, pondering the trade, then nods.
“Okay, know what you want?”
He points to me.
“Sex?” I roll my eyes. “That’s no surprise.”
He shakes his head and points to me again, placing his finger on my chest. Me? What about me? I stare at him, utterly confused. Again, he points to himself and then to me.
“You and me…”
He watches me, waiting for me to figure it out. He wants me? Then, it hits me.Oh. My. God! Is he asking what I think he’s asking?
“Cameron Joshua Jackson…are you asking me…to be yourgirlfriend?”
CHAPTER 11
You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars. – Thomas Traherne
After he nods, I lean forward and rain down excited kisses all over his handsome face. Is there anything in this world I want more than this man? No!
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes…a million times yes!” My face is beginning to hurt from this huge smile. And him…he looks truly happy…and I’m the reason! “So…what does my newly acquired position entail?”
With a smile, he reaches for the top button on the shirt I’m wearing.
“No. No distracting me with sex. I want my picture.”
He reluctantly hands me my phone and I slide next to him. I place my head on his shoulder and position the phone. He looks utterly miserable.
“Dude, you just got yourself a smokin’-hot girlfriend. The least you can do is smile.”
The moment I see his lips twitch, I snap the picture. It comes out perfectly.
“Aww…how cute! This is going to be my wallpaper…and my Facebook profile pic.”
As I’m making the changes, his hand creeps up my thigh.
“Stop,” I drag out the word. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.” I break into a fit of giggles when he starts nuzzling my neck. “That tickles. Cameron!”
He moves on top of me and I drop the phone, surrendering to his attentions. “Okay, okay.” Staring into his gorgeous eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Come’ere,boyfriend.”
He leans in with a proud smile. Just as our lips are about to touch, there’s a knock at the door. Huffing in frustration, he jumps off the bed. Who could it be? You have to go through the gym to get up here. I guess it’s probably Mannie or one of his other trainers. I hope they’re not here to drag him away, because I need my Cameron fix. After a while and no sign of him, I hop out of bed and head to the bathroom for a shower. There, I find a clean towel and wash rag waiting for me. He’s such a considerate wifey. I wonder how he’d react to being called that. That makes me smile.Hemakes me smile. It really is the small things that matter most.
I turn on the shower and strip, then step under the water and let it cascade down my body. Flipping open his body wash, I inhale deeply. The last time I used it, I smelled like him all day. That reminds me…I need to find out the name of the cologne he wore that first night – the one that drove me crazy. As I lather up, the scent overpowers me. All of a sudden, I’m giddy and horny at the same time. What the hell? Just from the smell of his body wash? No. It’s him. It’s because the scent is associated with him. I could smell it on a million men and it would do absolutely nothing for me. I rinse the soap off quickly and step out of the shower, hoping he’s returned.
As I enter the bedroom, I realize that, once again, I have nothing to wear. And he’s still not back. I don’t think he’ll mind if I raid his drawers. After all, Iamhis girlfriend now. In the top drawer, I find boxers, T-shirts in the second. I grab one of each and put them on. Now, it’s time for some investigating. Cologne bottles litter the top of the chest of drawers. Picking them up one by one, I take a sniff. The first one is the one he wore last night – “Gentlemen Only” by Givenchy.He was certainly no gentleman last night! Well…maybe the first half of the night.The fifth one I pick up triggers something in me.This is it!I turn it around looking for the name – nothing. It’s just a plain, black bottle.Isn’t that something? Just like him, the cologne says nothing. Oh, well. At least I know which one it is.After climbing back into bed, I turn on the huge TV mounted on the wall.
A while later, I get the feeling of being watched. Looking up, I find him leaning on the door jamb, watching me with an amused grin.
“What?” I ask in confusion.
He jerks his head toward me and I realize he’s referring to my attire. Standing in the middle of the bed, I stretch my arms to the sides.
“You like? It’s all the rage in Paris,” I say, using a French accent.
Moving into the room, he chuckles and gives me two thumbs up. I meet him at the foot of the bed with a pout.
