Fateful Renuion

by Haze, Joanna A.

  Without withdrawing, he lowered her leg and came behind her. Her vaginal walls squeezed his dick as he worked her doggie style. He had no way of knowing this was her favorite position and drove her insane. She rocked her hips back on him as she did on his tongue.

  “Yes, baby! I like that,” he said.

  She moved faster and harder, forcing him farther inside. His hard steel explored the crevices of her hot cave with each thrust.

  “I’m about to come,” she cried. Her womanhood took over. Quick pulses of her vaginal muscles tightened and released his rod.

  “I can’t hold out.” He buried his face in her neck.

  “Come with me.”

  Together, they released. Dante’s body jerked and she held him steady for the last of her eruption. Spent, they lay there, taking deep breaths.

  Chapter Ten

  Mandy pushed the decline button to stop the insistent ringing of her cell phone and headed for the shower. Suffering from jet lag, she woke up late and struggled trying to get herself together. It didn’t help that her dreams all pointed to her love-making session with Dante. Never had any man made her body come so alive.

  With each pass of her loofa, her sensitive body tingled in delight. As if Saturday night wasn’t enough, she woke up with his head between her legs on Sunday morning. She barely had a chance to grab something for breakfast before leaving for the airport.

  Get it together. You have a full day ahead. She switched the shower to the left, releasing a blast of cold water. That did the trick.

  In another twenty minutes, she was in her car and speeding down the expressway. She zigzagged through traffic and made her way toward her exit.

  Her cell phone rang again. She clicked the hands free device. “Hey, girl.”

  “Don’t ‘hey, girl’ me. I need an update. It was one thing for you not to call while in Chicago, but I’m not waiting another moment.” Tasha’s swift tongue cut through the phone.

  Mandy laughed. “My date actually showed up.”

  “Hold up. Rewind. Which one? The black or white guy?”

  “The white guy. He surprised me at the airport. I couldn’t have picked a better date.” She made a left turn and pulled into the parking garage located next door to her building.

  “I need details!”

  Mandy exited the car and made her way to her office. “Here’s a quick summary because I’m running late. He’s the perfect gentleman. The reunion went great except for an ex making snide remarks about Dante being white. And we were crowned king and queen. Gotta go. Love you. Bye.” Mandy hung up the phone and rushed into the building.

  “Morning.” She waved at the receptionist as she speed walked to her door. Fumbling in her purse for her office keys, she felt an envelope that hadn’t been in there.

  Mandy made her way across the room and secured her purse but not before pulling out the envelope. Inside was the money she’d given Dante. He’d returned it. Her heart fluttered, but she had no time to dwell on it. By the time she put her belongings away, her nine o’clock was ready. With a plastered on smile, she called them from the bench sitting outside of her office door. “Mr. and Mrs. Harris, it’s great to see you today. Come on in.”

  The couple walked inside. From the way Jennifer Harris cut her eyes as she walked in behind her husband, Mandy knew it was going to be a long hour. They took a seat on opposite ends of the couch, both of their bodies hugging their individual arm rests. Ethan Harris seemed extremely uncomfortable while he tried to casually cross his long legs at the knee.

  “Okay. There has obviously been a shift over the last two weeks. Who would like to start?” Mandy looked to each of them for an answer. Jennifer refused eye contact. “Ethan?”

  “Fine,” he huffed. “I’ve done everything you asked to help our sex life after having our son for date night to putting locks on the door so he doesn’t wander in.”

  “I see.” Mandy nodded. “How did date night turn out?”

  “Great, until we got home. Jennifer called the sitter, and the next thing, I know we’re on our way to pick up Tyler.”

  “We’d already been gone two and a half hours. It’s bad enough he’s at daycare while we’re both at work.” Jennifer adjusted her body. Instead of turned toward the door, her body now faced the center of the couch.

  Ethan rolled his eyes, leaned his head back, and spoke to the ceiling. “Good grief. It was for one day. Our time alone.”

  Mandy held up her hand. “I’m going to stop you there. I’m assuming the time was just enough to get to a restaurant, eat, and return home.”

  “Bingo! Then once we were home, she made it her mission to have Tyler in the bed with us.”

  Jennifer adjusted her oversized flower-printed shirt and smoothed down her pants.

  “Are you still wearing your maternity clothes?” Mandy asked.

  She nodded.

  “Ethan, can you give us a moment?”

  “Sure.”

  Mandy waited until he stepped out before continuing. “Jennifer, a lot of women go through this after having a baby. Your body isn’t exactly the same, but it doesn’t mean you’re unattractive.”

  Tears threatened to spill from the corner of Jennifer’s eyes. “My stomach resembles a road map, and my breasts are like pancakes.”

  “It’s all a part of giving life. Please don’t focus on that. You’re not going to look like a Hollywood starlet. Tyler is only a year old. What you can do is get you a mommy makeover. Something as simple as a new hair style and an outfit can do wonders for your confidence. Ditch the maternity clothes, and start mentally seeing yourself as sexy again. Start being the woman he fell in love with. She hasn’t gone anywhere.” Mandy handed her a tissue and waited a few moments. “At this juncture, I’m sure it’s Ethan who’s starting to feel less than sexy. Men have egos and are just as sensitive as we are. Let him know you still want him as well.”

  Mandy rose out her chair and walked over to the door. After opening it, she said, “Come on back in.”

  One look at his wife’s tearing eyes and Ethan was all over Jennifer. He took her in his arms, hugging her as her head rested on his chest. There was no denying the love they shared. When finished, Ethan stayed seated next to his wife instead of on the opposite end of the couch.

  “Thank you, Ethan. I know I touched on this a little before, but I need to stress how much it takes effort on both of your parts. Jennifer will be doing more things to get back comfortable with her own body and…” She gave Jennifer a nod. “She’s going to follow through with date night.”

  Ethan smiled and squeezed Jennifer tight.

  “The goal is to reestablish a connection so you see each other as a man and a woman in a loving relationship, rather than just two sleep-deprived parents caring for the needs of your son.”

  The timer went off.

  “Thank you so much, Dr. Sanders. I’m going to try, I really am,” Jennifer said as they headed to the door.

  “Everything is going to be fine. Go ahead and schedule your next appointment and enjoy your week.”

  She closed the door behind them and took a moment to relax in her chair. They drained her, and they were only the start of her week.

  The alert on her phone chimed. In her haste, she’d realized she forgot to silence it. Thankfully, it didn’t go off during her session.

  Picking up her phone, she noticed the alerts were from the social media site. Jessica tagged a photo of you. The same message repeated several times. Mandy clicked on one of the links. Dante’s smiling face appeared on her phone. It was picture of them dancing. Her back was to the camera as Dante led them in the slow dance. Seeing his smile gave her butterflies. She had to call and tell him about the photos.

  Using her finger, she pushed the picture off the screen and went to her contacts. After scanning over several names, reality set in. They’d never exchanged numbers. Her shoulders slumped.

  “Dr. Sanders, your next appointment is here,” the chipper voice of Elaina sounded
through her phone intercom.

  Mandy snapped out of it. She put the phone on silent, put it in her desk drawer, went to the door, and welcomed in her next couple.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Why so glum, Dr. Perez?” Tina looked up from her clipboard and over at him.

  “What are you talking about? We need more sixteen by two point five catheters.” Dante closed the almost empty box.

  “This.” She raised her hands and spun around in the supply room. “Since when do you do inventory?”

  “I’m not glum.” He picked up an open box of syringes and shook it.

  “Glum may not be the best word choice, but there’s something definitely up with you.” She took the box out his hand. “Come on. Into your office. I’ve worked for you for three years now. Let’s talk.” Tina walked out the small room filled with medical supplies and down the hall.

  Dante wondered when he’d become so transparent. He’d been upset ever since reality smacked him in the forehead when he detected he had no way of contacting Mandy. Being around her distracted Dante, and he overlooked getting her number. When he wanted to call her last night to tell her goodnight, he’d grasped the mishap. He thought he’d be able to look her up on social media, but without more to go on the search was pointless. They were too many Mandy Sanders in the area, and he had no idea of the name of her practice in order to find her in the yellow pages.

  He even tried searching for her ad again. It, too, had been removed. At least then he could have sent her a direct message via the website.

  Reluctantly, he followed Tina into his office. She took her usual position, plopping her rump on the edge of his desk. “What’s up, doc?”

  The corners of his mouth curled upward.

  “Ah, he does smile. Come on. Out with it.”

  “I met a woman and had an amazing time with her, and now I have no way of contacting her.”

  Tina cocked her head to the side. “You didn’t ask for her number?”

  “We were having a good time. It slipped my mind.”

  “Was this on you mini vacation to Chicago?” Her eyes widened, and a huge grin spread across her face.

  “Yes.”

  “So does she live in Chicago?”

  The interrogation began to wear on him. “Why, Tina?”

  “If so, then forget about her. Long distance doesn’t work. Well, maybe a small percentage, but they’re plenty of women here who’d love a chance to date the sexy Dr. Dante Perez.”

  He managed a laugh. “Says the proud lesbian.”

  “I’m gay, not blind.” She checked the time. “Well, doc, therapy is over. It’s time for our next patient.”

  “Please let Mr. Madison be the one to show up and not his wife. I’m not in the mood to deal with a senior citizen flirting with me today.” He spoke more to himself than the back of Tina who was already on her way out the door and off to prep the operating room.

  A tumor removal and leg surgery later, Dante’s day came to an end. He made his way home to find Aaron on the couch with his legs propped up, eating a slice of pizza.

  “You’re done filming already?” Dante flopped down in his favorite spot—his lazy boy.

  “It’s a wrap. I only had a few lines. How was Chicago?”

  He smiled at the thought of Mandy. “Great.”

  Aaron sat upright. “Better yet, did she pay you? I’d like my finder’s fee.”

  Dante ran his fingers through his hair. “About that. Lo siento, man.”

  “You’re sorry for what? Don’t tell me she stiffed you? I thought you were crazy for purchasing your own ticket. Now this. I told you black women are evil…”

  Dante waved off his tangent. “It wasn’t her. There was no way I could take her money. She paid me, and I returned it.”

  Aaron flung a decorative pillow at him, and he blocked it with his forearm. “Man, I can’t believe you. That’s a thousand bucks. What’s wrong with you?” Crossing his arms, Aaron sulked on the couch.

  “She’s an amazing woman, and I didn’t feel right making her pay. I had a good time.” He shrugged.

  “Estúpido. That better have been some good ass to give up a thousand bucks.”

  “What makes you think we had sex?”

  Aaron raised his eyebrow and gave him a long hard stare. “Because you are pussywhipped.”

  They burst out laughing.

  “You better hope she doesn’t go crazy like that Elsa chick,” Aaron joked.

  “I doubt I have that problem. Mandy doesn’t know where I work.” He lowered his voice. “Nor do I have her number.”

  “Say what? You’re more pathetic than I thought. At least you got the booty.”

  No longer in a talking mood, he took a shower and lay down. A once in a lifetime opportunity had been in front of him, and he’d missed out. He dozed off with thoughts of the sensual moans Mandy cooing in his ear as he made love to her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mandy stuck the small rubber ear bud in one ear and pushed play on her phone. Instead of motivational music for her three-mile run, she listened to her dictated office notes. Her last couple needed more help than she could provide. The male was a certifiable sex addict, the first true one she’d run across, and there was nothing she could do to help them salvage their marriage.

  When asked how often he thought about sex, it was easier to answer how often he didn’t. His day was filled with watching porn on his phone, exchanging naked pictures with women on social media, numerous one night stands including prostitutes, and masturbating in the middle of the night even after having sex with his wife.

  “And this guy is a pastor of one of the prominent churches.” Saying it out loud as her feet pounded the trail made it seem worse. “Thankfully, he’s not touching any little boys.”

  The wife hadn’t batted an eye as the husband recanted his misgivings. Unfortunately for her, she’d been dealing with it for years. As a good Christian woman, she was standing by her man. There’s no way in the world Mandy would do the same.

  She gave a wave to another runner as they whizzed by her in the opposite direction. Not a fan of using medication for every issue, she decided to advise inpatient therapy. Hopefully not being able to access porn in any form or fashion would help.

  Hearing footsteps behind her, she moved as close to the edge as she could to allow them to pass. Then, her competitive side kicked in. With less than four hundred meters left on her run and the patient issue resolved, she took off in a sprint. Her lungs burned, but she forged ahead. Two hundred meters to go. Mandy dug in, extending her stride. Finally, reaching her mark, she slowed and walked while taking deep breaths to get her body in order.

  “Geeze, Mandy! Are you trying that hard to get away from me?” Dante tapped her shoulder.

  “What are you doing here?” She stopped, propped her leg up on a bench, and stretched before her legs cramped. Dante caused her heart rate to increase more than the run had. With him present, she was suddenly conscience of the halter tank top and spandex shorts she’d chosen to run in. She felt naked as his gaze roamed over her body. If his mind was where hers was, it was no doubt recalling the last time they’d seen each other two weeks prior. Images of him walking butt naked to the bathroom flashed before her.

  “The same as you. Running. I got out my car as you passed and figured I’d catch up. That was over two miles back.” He squeezed water out his bottle and poured it on his head. The visual went in slow motion for Mandy. The water hit his hair, and he shook it off seductively.

  She coughed. “Sorry. I was in a zone. I had some things to work out.”

  He scrunched up his nose. “Men problems?”

  “Yes and no. Male, but a client of mine.”

  “Oh.” A sigh of relief came out his small but supple lips as he pushed his hair back. “How’ve you been?”

  “Good. I’ve just been concentrating on work.” Their conversation reminded her of less than comfortable moments in high school. Was the guy going to ask her
out or ask for the number of one of her friends?

  He nodded. “I missed you. I wanted to call, but I realized I didn’t have your number.”

  Mandy covered her mouth, hiding her delight. “I noticed when I found the envelope.”

  “Yeah, about that… I wasn’t okay with taking your money. If my mother knew, she’d of killed me.”

  “A man who actually listens to his mother. How sweet.”

  “Yes, I do. I think she’d also approve of me asking you out on a real date. Are you free this evening?”

  Other than making myself become one with my couch? “I think I can fit you in.”

  “Good. Maybe we should exchange numbers this time.” He pulled his phone out of his arm band.

  “766…2563.” She waited for him to type in the digits and her name. “So what is your profession?”

  “I’m a surgeon. A veterinarian surgeon to be exact.”

  “Impressive.” A doctor never crossed her mind. A sexy fireman maybe. She bit her bottom lip, envisioning him with his chest covered with only red suspenders and oversized orange pants…

  “Earth to Mandy.” He motioned a hand in front of her.

  “Huh… Oh sorry. The run has me a bit out of it.”

  “I see.” He gave her a curious glance before continuing. “My office is around the corner.”

  Her mouth dropped. “Really?”

  “What?”

  “Mine is too. I’m on nineteenth.”

  He shook his head and laughed. “We’re exactly one block from here in opposite directions. What are the odds?”

  “How weird is that? In all this time, we’ve never seen each other.”

  “Believe me I’d remember.” His phone rang. “I don’t mean to cut this short, but I was only taking a quick lunch break run. I have to get back. Is seven okay? I’ll text you my number, and you can send me your address.”

  “It’s fine. I have to get back as well. See you later.”

  Mandy licked her lips and fanned herself as he took off in a jog back to his car. She finished stretching and followed suit. She had inpatient clinics to call to see if they had openings.