by Xyla Turner
“What is your name?” I asked coolly.
“I’m under your skin,” he stated this like it was a fact, “is it Ms. Fuller or should I call you Xena.”
I roll my eyes at him. He cannot be serious.
He closed the distance between us and whispered in my ear, “Normally, an eye roll signifies you are a bad girl and you want to be spanked, but this time, I’ll let it slide.”
WHAT!
Panties were officially soaked. Kevin was definitely getting the business.
He leaned back, looking at me with the gaze of a lion scoping out his prey. My back heated and I audibly inhaled. To my demise, I inhale his scent. He smiled, “Oh, you like that too street fighter.”
Shit.
The fact that I did like that was not the point, but this street fighter reference was as a wet blanket being thrown over the spell he had me under. I, in fact, was offended.
Glaring at him, I said, “As a matter of fact, even if I was interested in being bitten or spanked by an arrogant asshole who touches women at his leisure, mauls them in public or is so crass to mention such to a woman he doesn’t know, it would NOT BE YOU. So keep your hands to yourself, do not touch me again and stay out of my personal space or you will regret it.”
I snatched my clutch off the table, “Oh and in reference to the streetfighter comment, fuck you.”
Making my exit, I left the event space. Thankfully, he did not follow me, which was good because I think I had the mind and gall to make a scene. I had enough of him. Panties wet or not. The guy who greeted me when I first came in said, “Congratulations, Ms. Fuller. That’s such an awesome thing you are doing. I’d love to visit your school one day.”
Ah, so he is attempting to make contacts. Opening my clutch, I retrieved my business card for him.
“Send me an email or give me a call. I’d love to have you visit.” I replied.
He beamed and said, “Oh great. I will do this tonight. Do you need a taxi?”
“Yes, I do, thank you.” I breathed to him.
He hustled me a taxi and we said our goodbyes.
Whew!
I was a few blocks away from my apartment, when I realized…I did not have my award.
2 Late night communication
Kevin finally texted me back on my way home saying he would be there, but asked if I wanted something to eat or dessert. I told him to just bring himself and the damn lube. Lately, he seemed to want to hang out or catch a show or something, then the comment from earlier about being a plus one. I just wanted to have sex with him. Kevin was not boyfriend or marriage material, he is like my own personal maintenance man. We met in the elevator one evening, when I decided I was going to try flirting and ask him what he got me to eat since he had carryout bags in his hand. He said it was Jamaican, so I asked if it was spicy. He told me it was whatever I wanted it to be and raised his eyebrows. That day, I must have been in a splendid mood. So good, that I answered him back with, “When do you care to show me?”
That was the beginning of our sexual relationship. He followed me to my room, which was relatively safe, fed me with his hands, while undressing and eating the crumbs off my body. This was a first for me, the whole fuck somebody on the same day or hour of meeting them. Also, the whole, ‘don’t piss where you live’ thing, kept running through my head. It turned out to be really cool. He gave me three orgasms to his one. I told him I had fun and that I may need some more Jamaican food. He simply said to give him a call and left his number. That was a year ago and anytime I called, he comes. Literally and figuratively.
A knock came on the door and I yelled for him to come in, while I emerged from the shower.
“I got the lube,” he called.
“Thanks.” I replied.
“You feeling like tonight’s the night?”
“Don’t know, but I wanted to be prepared.”
“Ahh, thought I’d get to try this new sensation jelly for sure.” He smiled.
Kevin had a chipped tooth, much like the rapper, Fabulous, sort of chipped and it was cute on him. For some reason he was always home, always had the latest cars, clothes and footwear. He was about six feet tall, light skinned, with a faded haircut, long pointed side burns, small mustache and he had two parts in each eyebrow. I figured he was younger than me by a few years, but I did not really care because he was good at his job.
“You might.”
“Naw babe, if you really wanted to, you would just do it.”
“Have you been reading those romance novels?” I teased.
“Yeah, right.”
I walked to him and took my robe off. “I had a semi-terrible day,” I frowned.
“I just saw you a few hours ago.”
“I know, but it got worse.”
Kevin knew that was code for ‘eat first, screw later.’ He did both extremely well and when he finished, I started to fade as usual. He always stroked me to sleep, kissed my neck and slipped out the door.
Around 4 in the morning, I woke up hot and sweaty. My nipples were tingling, breast were heavy and I was wet. I had an erotic dream about Mr. Aroma, but I could not remember the details.
Great, he was invading my dreams now.
I did not have time for this, I need sleep. We had Saturday school in five hours. Sunday I had to go to the community center and serve dinners where I would be on my feet all day, then I would have to start my school week off the next day. I went to wash my face, drank a cup of almond milk and laid back down. My email chimed from my iPad, which was lying next to my pillow. The screen illuminated, so I flipped the cover back and attempted to read the preview of an email sent to my personal account. I unlocked the iPad and opened the Gmail App.
It read:
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: July 19, 2014
Time: 3:57 AM (EST)
Subject: Business/Pleasure
Ms. Fuller,
It was lovely to meet you last night at the Gala. Your radiant presence definitely left a lasting impression with me. As you can see, I am up at the wee hours of the morning, composing a letter that I hope meets you in a better state than when you fled from me.
I had no intention of being so forward with you last evening. It seems you have this effect on me.
It also seems that you left something that I am now in possession of, but would love to meet you and return this prized award. You are quite an enigma that I would love to get to decipher and unravel in more ways than one. Is this too forward of me? You don’t seem the type to play games, so here we are.
I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6pm at your place for a nice dinner in public to return your award and get to know your more. Per your request, I will keep my hands to myself, I will not bite or spank you unless you ask.
Looking forward to seeing your beauty again.
Xavier Andrews
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Good Lord.
I knew it was Mr. Aroma. This man was crazy. I wonder if he had an erotic dream like I had. I was still wet from the three orgasms Kevin rung out of me, but oh, that dream. My breast were tender and nipples erect. I had a serious ache between my legs.
I could not respond. I absolutely could not. What I needed to do, was ease the ache between my legs. This man was getting to me, like no other. I am in so much trouble. How did he get my personal email address? How does he know where I live? Why is he so commanding and demanding?
He is going to tell me where I can retrieve my award.
Um, no.
I put the cover back on my iPad, slipped my hands between my legs and began to rub the ache away. I did not want to get out my vibrator because I swore the vibrations could be heard by the people who lived below me. Plus, Kevin always used it better than I did, I think he spoiled me. My neighbors never said anything, but they surely would get quiet when I turned it on, like they were waiting for me to audibly reach my “O” moment. I never gave them the satisfacti
on. Hopefully they thought I was making cakes and using a blender in the wee hours of the morning. I thought of Mr. Aroma, biting my ears, rubbing my arms, and whispering to me that he would spank me and then, I rubbed my bud until it throbbed.
Oh my.
I was soaked, therefore I did not want to see how wet I was with my fingers because I would make a mess. I wanted to stop the ache. I rubbed my swollen clit a little more and thought of his face between my legs and instead of my hand, it was his tongue. In my head, he bit me which caused my explosion. I started rocking my hips slowly and drawing out my orgasm. I definitely moaned an “O” as I kept thinking about him try to sooth my climax by licking me clean and using his thumb to rub it out.
Oh God.
I kept coming. I kept rubbing. I was so wet.
This had to stop with this man.
Goodness.
I rose out of bed with a new determination! After washing my hands and cleaning my temporarily satisfied sex, I logged onto my computer.
My response to Mr. Aroma.
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: July 19, 2014
Time: 4:30 AM (EST)
Subject: Award Pickup
Hello Mr. Andrews,
It is good to put a name with a face. Thank you for retrieving my award. Please let me know of your location and I will pick this up on Monday morning.
Thank you again.
Xena Fuller
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I clicked the send button, then laid back down in an attempt to get a couple hours of sleep. Setting my alarm for 7:00 AM, I closed my eyes for two minutes, until I heard my iPad chime with a new email. It had to be him.
I opened the email app again and read:
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: July 19, 2014
Time: 4:35 AM (EST)
Subject: RE: Award Pickup, hmm?
Xena, I guess I was wrong about you. You do like to play games, hmm?
In this case, I will pick you up at 6pm for dinner, where we will get to know each other and if you are a good girl I will give you your award back. If you are a bad girl, I already told you what I do to bad girls.
X
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Oh no, he didn’t.
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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: July 19, 2014
Time: 4:40 AM (EST)
Subject: Seriously?
Xavier, what the hell is wrong with you? I am not interested in you like that, so please do not be so arrogant to take liberties with my time at your convenience. I am in a committed relationship with someone and therefore cannot and will not indulge your request or pursuit. So, please stop this.
I will get my award from you on Monday at your office or you can have it sent to my school, it’s in the PS 345 building on Tanner Street.
Thank you.
Xena Fuller
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That should fix him. I was not in a relationship with anyone, but he did not need to know that. This man was absolutely crazy. I did not need a sign from heaven to know I needed to stay far away. How could I have left my award? He researched me, so I would research him. Based on his email address, I searched the website xand on the internet and found that it encompassed a whole lot of different things. Angel-funding, marketing, and educational technology developers amongst the few that stood out. Xavier was the CEO and founder of the company, in which his brother, Matthew, was the COO, and other organizations either merged or were brought by XAND. This company started in 2005 and has grown astronomically since that time.
I clicked on the Founders link and on the page, there was a huge desk that Xavier was slightly sitting on, displaying his normal arrogant smirk. Well, at least it wasn’t reserved just for me. No wonder he was so confident he could get anyone he touched or bit because the man was a freaking business tycoon. He had his bachelors in education, his masters in computer science and an MBA from Columbia. The man was doing it BIG. With these credentials, he had to be around 38-42? Depending if he was dual major or not. I continued to look around the web for pictures or other things about him. There was not a lot, but there were several articles, pictures of him posted with celebrities, a few women, no personal social media outlets and nothing scandalous.
Impressive.
I was intrigued and not many people intrigued me.
It was then my cell phone rang. Nobody should be calling me at 4:45 in the morning, unless it was an emergency. I looked at the phone and saw it was a 718 number, but who would be calling me at this hour. It could not be Mr. Aroma, he did not have my number. It could not be any of my staff because they have my work cell number. I just let it ring, until the voicemail cut it off. I laid back down and it rang again. Okay, this must be some sort of emergency.
“Hello,” I said in a panicked voice.
“Street Fighter,” he cooed.
Oh my goodness.
Not Mr. Aroma. Why could I smell him again?
“How in the hell did you get my personal number?” I asked sharply.
He chuckled, “I know people that know people.”
I exhaled, “What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied.
“What do you want that is actually available should be the question?”
“That’s why I called, actually. You said you weren’t available and yet, my sources tell me you are quite available. What’s with the conflict?” he said in a business-like tone.
I felt like I was being interrogated by a lawyer?
“That’s the problem with hear-say, counselor. You should always go to the source to receive accurate information. In this case, I am that source and I am telling you, I am 100% not available” I countered.
“Is that so, Ms. Fuller,” he replied.
“Very much so, Mr. Andrews.”
“Well, that is unfortunate for your current significant other because you Xena have presented something that I want, I’ve tasted and I’ve touched. What you should never have done is taunt a caged lion and you my dear have awoken a beast. So, here we are. I want you, I will have you, and he will NOT.” He barked, then the line went dead.
What the hell have I gotten myself into? All I did was attend a Gala, I didn’t taunt anyone. Great, now I have a stalker and Kevin is in danger.
Great!
And on top of that, the ache was back because of his possessive words. He touched and tasted me, inhaled my scent, and invaded my dreams. He wanted me so much that he would remove any and all obstacles in his way. Sounds crazy, but I was starting to want that too. Someone who gave a damn. It was too late to call Kevin, but damn did I want to.
As wet as I was, I decided not to alleviate the ache and took a semi-cold shower instead. He could have that award if he felt like that about it. I did know one thing, I would not be home at 6 PM, just in case he was crazy enough to show up to my apartment. This would be a late night at the office for sure. I had plenty of work to do, so that was fine with me.
3 pizza delivery
Saturday School was going off without a hitch. The teachers were there with their students who needed to make up work and almost all of the students with attendance issues were present. There were a few stragglers, but everything was going smoothly. It was getting close to noon, so it was time for me to order the food. Pizza was loved by all, except our one student who was allergic to everything and gluten being high on his list. Usually, we would order something special for him, but he was not required to be here today, so I picked up the receiver to call Pizza Hut, when I heard the doorbell ring. It could be a student, but I am not sure what student would come to Saturday school for only an hour. I jogged to the front door because it was so far away. The big Brooklyn school used to house thousands of students, but since the restructuring of the failing school, some of
the buildings like ours, only had one to three schools.
At the door, there were several guys and two of them had a stack of pizzas so high, it covered their faces. I jogged a little faster, opened the door and asked, “May I help you?”
The two guys with pizzas peeked around and started to walk in. The man without pizza asked with a puzzled look on his face, “Are you, ‘Ms. Fuller?’”
“Yes, that’s me,” I replied.
He looked shocked, maybe by my appearance. I had on jeans, navy and white Puma sneakers, and a fitted t-shirt that said, ‘Get to the Point.’ I could get away with that at my school because my students, staff and parents knew me as a straight shooter and one that was also down to earth. Also, the dress code is relaxed on Saturday.
He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and extended it towards me. Taking the envelope, I saw the words, STREET FIGHTER scribbled across it in horrible handwriting. I could barely understand the words. The guy looked around, like he was assessing the place and said, “These pizzas are for your school.”
Looking back and forth between the envelope and the man, I pulled out my phone to call the 718 number since it was still in my call log. He answered on the first ring.
“You enjoying the pizza, street fighter?” he cooed.
Urg, so annoying.
“No, actually I’m sending them away because I didn’t order pizza, I don’t need your charity and I don’t appreciate…”
“Whoa, calm down, baby.” He said in his normal, low baritone voice.
Baby?
Why did I like that?
“Don’t tell me to calm down. Who in the hell do you think you are? I was perfectly clear with you last night. This is unacceptable. I…” I stopped mid-sentence because in my peripheral view I saw my principal had shown the men where to put the pizzas. I turned to see her attempting to give them a tip, but they would not accept. They must have already been tipped.