sank into the lush carpet of her luxury suite. Her toenails were painted red, matching her fiery mane. She didn’t look nervous about the encounter, which Jovan found strange. He was certainly on edge, despite the fact that he was the powerful, possibly aggressive black guy, and she was a pretty little thing.
With a smile, she told him, “Come in.”
He studied her features as he stepped inside. He decided the few crow’s feet in the corner of her eyes didn’t detract from her looks. She was mature and radiant. Jovan continued to admire her curves as he reached to push the door closed. He liked that Sarah was fit. He appreciated the spread of her hips, the small swells of her breasts. Despite the strangeness of their date, he thought he would enjoy making love to her. He was eager to discover if her carpet matched her drapes.
She said, “Thanks for coming,” and backed into the room.
Before Jovan could reply, he was distracted by a shadow in the hallway. His immediate thought was SET UP! Had he been lured here for a robbery or arrest? He didn’t recall if he’d given his brother the room number he was headed to.
His muscles tensed as his brain made quick decisions. He decided to evaluate the possible threat before choosing between fight or flight. He was relieved to see that it was another woman approaching, and she didn’t have a weapon in hand. But Jovan wasn’t ready to let his guard down. He looked from Sarah to the surprise guest, a frown knotting his brow.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s okay,” the redhead told him.
“Hello,” the new girl said at the same moment.
Sarah’s friend was tall. Her hair was raven black. She wore a maroon skirt with a white blouse. Her makeup was flawless; bold eyeliner with perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Her lipstick was plum-colored. She was attractive enough to be a working girl. Jovan thought she might be around Sarah’s age.
“Come,” she said as she stepped into the front room. “Have a seat.”
He shook his head slightly. His back was to the door, but the deadbolt wasn’t engaged. Unless one of the women was an undercover ninja, he was positive he could flee the room if need be, which settled his nerves a little.
“Nah,” he said. “Why don’t y’all sit down and tell me what’s going on. You didn’t tell me somebody else was gonna be here,” he scolded Sarah.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “But to be fair, you didn’t ask.”
She continued to smile as she took a seat on the sofa. Her friend joined her. They sat hip to hip. The brunette crossed her legs gracefully. Sarah grinned nervously, while her friend’s expression remained blank. The brunette’s gaze rolled down Jovan’s frame before she looked him in the eyes. If she liked what she saw, he couldn’t tell.
“This is Beth,” Sarah said. She reached and placed a hand on her friend’s thigh as she spoke.
It was a small gesture, but Jovan considered himself discerning when it came to slight nuances, especially when his subjects were women. He thought he saw something in the touch. Sarah confirmed this with her next statement.
“She’s my wife.”
Oh, shit . Jovan’s eyebrows rose as he considered the new direction this night might take. Beth’s stony demeanor made him eager to dominate her sexually. Submissive girls were rarely a turn-on. His legendary success with women kept him on constant lookout for someone who might be a challenge.
Beth immediately shut down his line of thinking. “Don’t even thinking about touching me.”
Jovan shook his head with an amused chuckle. He folded his massive arms over his chest and stared down at the women. He knew how intimidating his posture was.
“Alright, one of y’all need to tell me what’s going on. I didn’t come up here for no games.”
“A Texan ?” Beth exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm.
“I didn’t ask, but I think
With a smile, she told him, “Come in.”
He studied her features as he stepped inside. He decided the few crow’s feet in the corner of her eyes didn’t detract from her looks. She was mature and radiant. Jovan continued to admire her curves as he reached to push the door closed. He liked that Sarah was fit. He appreciated the spread of her hips, the small swells of her breasts. Despite the strangeness of their date, he thought he would enjoy making love to her. He was eager to discover if her carpet matched her drapes.
She said, “Thanks for coming,” and backed into the room.
Before Jovan could reply, he was distracted by a shadow in the hallway. His immediate thought was SET UP! Had he been lured here for a robbery or arrest? He didn’t recall if he’d given his brother the room number he was headed to.
His muscles tensed as his brain made quick decisions. He decided to evaluate the possible threat before choosing between fight or flight. He was relieved to see that it was another woman approaching, and she didn’t have a weapon in hand. But Jovan wasn’t ready to let his guard down. He looked from Sarah to the surprise guest, a frown knotting his brow.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s okay,” the redhead told him.
“Hello,” the new girl said at the same moment.
Sarah’s friend was tall. Her hair was raven black. She wore a maroon skirt with a white blouse. Her makeup was flawless; bold eyeliner with perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Her lipstick was plum-colored. She was attractive enough to be a working girl. Jovan thought she might be around Sarah’s age.
“Come,” she said as she stepped into the front room. “Have a seat.”
He shook his head slightly. His back was to the door, but the deadbolt wasn’t engaged. Unless one of the women was an undercover ninja, he was positive he could flee the room if need be, which settled his nerves a little.
“Nah,” he said. “Why don’t y’all sit down and tell me what’s going on. You didn’t tell me somebody else was gonna be here,” he scolded Sarah.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “But to be fair, you didn’t ask.”
She continued to smile as she took a seat on the sofa. Her friend joined her. They sat hip to hip. The brunette crossed her legs gracefully. Sarah grinned nervously, while her friend’s expression remained blank. The brunette’s gaze rolled down Jovan’s frame before she looked him in the eyes. If she liked what she saw, he couldn’t tell.
“This is Beth,” Sarah said. She reached and placed a hand on her friend’s thigh as she spoke.
It was a small gesture, but Jovan considered himself discerning when it came to slight nuances, especially when his subjects were women. He thought he saw something in the touch. Sarah confirmed this with her next statement.
“She’s my wife.”
Oh, shit . Jovan’s eyebrows rose as he considered the new direction this night might take. Beth’s stony demeanor made him eager to dominate her sexually. Submissive girls were rarely a turn-on. His legendary success with women kept him on constant lookout for someone who might be a challenge.
Beth immediately shut down his line of thinking. “Don’t even thinking about touching me.”
Jovan shook his head with an amused chuckle. He folded his massive arms over his chest and stared down at the women. He knew how intimidating his posture was.
“Alright, one of y’all need to tell me what’s going on. I didn’t come up here for no games.”
“A Texan ?” Beth exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm.
“I didn’t ask, but I think