sunny bedroom and quickly hung up the few garments arrayed on the bed and the small slipper chair. Paris guiltily gathered up the magazines spread across the bed and put them on the small desk that sat in front of the large window in lieu of a dressing table. “These are like homework for me,” she confessed. “I read all of TDG’s publications and everybody else’s, too, just to stay current with the industry. Once my internship here is over I’ll be just about ready to assume a permanent position in Atlanta, and, I have to tell you, I’m not quite sure what I want to do. My bachelor’s degree is in journalism but that MBA in leadership is pulling me in another direction,” she continued as she rearranged the items on her desktop.
While Paris was talking, Angelique had stripped the bed, dispatched the linens to the hallway and fetched clean sheets from the linen closet. She was almost finished making the bed when she suddenly whirled around and looked at her cousin.
“Paris, I did something really stupid,” she said slowly. When Paris turned around to face her, she blurted it out in a rush. “I kissed Adonis last night.”
Instead of looking shocked, Paris immediately smiled with glee. “Girl, why are you wasting time with those stupid sheets? Tell me everything! Was it good? Did you like it? Did he like it? Where was it?”
Angelique spread the blanket and duvet over the bed and then flopped across it with a huge sigh. Paris sat down on the end of the bed and crossed her legs yoga style. She reached over and shook Angelique’s arm as she launched her inquisition again.
“Angel, d on’t lay there like you’re dead; you’d better tell me something! When did he kiss you and what was it like?”
Angelique moaned slightly and rolled over on her back before sitting up to face her. “I kissed him, Paris,” she said wearily. “Yes, I did. We were in the kitchen. He was drinking water and I was getting some ice water for Miss Martha and Mr. C and I have no idea, just no idea what made me do it.” Angelique’s eyes went soft and dreamy as she recalled the events of the night before. “He was just standing there looking grumpy and mad like he usually does when he’s around me. And all of a sudden he started drinking that water and his Adam’s apple was moving up and down and his neck looked really sexy....” Her voice trailed off for a moment, and then she finished in a rush. “I just reached up and grabbed the front of his sweater and yanked him down and kissed him. Just pounced on him. Can you believe I did that?”
Paris made no attempt to hide her amusement. “Yeah, I can believe it! Why not? He’s tall and handsome and sexy, why not kiss him?”
“Paris, Adonis and I don’t even like each other! Yes, he’s cute, but I’ve never been the type to just walk around kissing cute guys for no reason. I have no idea what came ove r me, ” s he moaned. “He was just standing there looking lost and all of a sudden I’m all over him like a cheap suit. I can’t even begin to tell you how embarrassed I am about this. I’m never going to live this down.”
“Oh, come on, now, it wasn’t that bad,” Paris said bra c ingly. “It was New Year’s Eve, a traditional time for kissing. How did he act when you were doing all this smooching? Did he push you away or gag or run out of the room or something?”
Angelique’s eyes got dreamy again when she remembered the kiss. “No, he didn’t do any of those things,” she said softly. “He was a little surprised at first, I think, but then he started kissing me back and it was wonderful. He’s a great kisser, Paris. He’s a wonderful kisser. He has the softest lips and his mouth was still cold from the ice water but it was hot at the same time and he just... well, let’s just say it was a great way to start the New Year,” she said with a soft sigh of contentment.
So that’s why brotherman was staring at you the rest of the night, Paris
While Paris was talking, Angelique had stripped the bed, dispatched the linens to the hallway and fetched clean sheets from the linen closet. She was almost finished making the bed when she suddenly whirled around and looked at her cousin.
“Paris, I did something really stupid,” she said slowly. When Paris turned around to face her, she blurted it out in a rush. “I kissed Adonis last night.”
Instead of looking shocked, Paris immediately smiled with glee. “Girl, why are you wasting time with those stupid sheets? Tell me everything! Was it good? Did you like it? Did he like it? Where was it?”
Angelique spread the blanket and duvet over the bed and then flopped across it with a huge sigh. Paris sat down on the end of the bed and crossed her legs yoga style. She reached over and shook Angelique’s arm as she launched her inquisition again.
“Angel, d on’t lay there like you’re dead; you’d better tell me something! When did he kiss you and what was it like?”
Angelique moaned slightly and rolled over on her back before sitting up to face her. “I kissed him, Paris,” she said wearily. “Yes, I did. We were in the kitchen. He was drinking water and I was getting some ice water for Miss Martha and Mr. C and I have no idea, just no idea what made me do it.” Angelique’s eyes went soft and dreamy as she recalled the events of the night before. “He was just standing there looking grumpy and mad like he usually does when he’s around me. And all of a sudden he started drinking that water and his Adam’s apple was moving up and down and his neck looked really sexy....” Her voice trailed off for a moment, and then she finished in a rush. “I just reached up and grabbed the front of his sweater and yanked him down and kissed him. Just pounced on him. Can you believe I did that?”
Paris made no attempt to hide her amusement. “Yeah, I can believe it! Why not? He’s tall and handsome and sexy, why not kiss him?”
“Paris, Adonis and I don’t even like each other! Yes, he’s cute, but I’ve never been the type to just walk around kissing cute guys for no reason. I have no idea what came ove r me, ” s he moaned. “He was just standing there looking lost and all of a sudden I’m all over him like a cheap suit. I can’t even begin to tell you how embarrassed I am about this. I’m never going to live this down.”
“Oh, come on, now, it wasn’t that bad,” Paris said bra c ingly. “It was New Year’s Eve, a traditional time for kissing. How did he act when you were doing all this smooching? Did he push you away or gag or run out of the room or something?”
Angelique’s eyes got dreamy again when she remembered the kiss. “No, he didn’t do any of those things,” she said softly. “He was a little surprised at first, I think, but then he started kissing me back and it was wonderful. He’s a great kisser, Paris. He’s a wonderful kisser. He has the softest lips and his mouth was still cold from the ice water but it was hot at the same time and he just... well, let’s just say it was a great way to start the New Year,” she said with a soft sigh of contentment.
So that’s why brotherman was staring at you the rest of the night, Paris
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