by Cam Johns
"Nice to meet you Sanchez." I say shaking his hand. "Can you give Mr. Turner and I a moment please?" I ask smiling, trying to hide my displeasure. Sanchez nods politely before leaving my office. I look up at Jackson, who is looking at me like I better not dare question him. So I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "More security?" I ask looking up at him through my lashes. He chuckles with his hands still in his pockets.
"You're so cute...you know exactly how to get what you want, don't you?" I giggle but decide it's probably best I didn't respond. "You lucky you got that tight dress on. You'd be on my waist right now." He finally takes his hands from his pockets and embraces me, swatting me on the butt and lets out a sigh. "It's only temporary baby."
"I think I ended things pretty well with Kevin. I doubt he'll do anything." I say to his chest.
"Look at me." I lift my head up sitting my chin on his chest. "When he finds out we're together...this soon...I think he may not be so willing to let you go." He says smiling at me.
"Yes...we are together aren't we?" I say smiling back.
"Officially."
"How would he find out though?"
"Do you know who you're with? I'm certainly gonna tell every reporter that asks."
"Are you gloating, Mr. Turner?"
"I do believe I am, Miss Washington." He suddenly stoops down and wraps his arms underneath my butt lifting me. He's so strong. Now taller than him I kiss him softly.
"Why do you like picking me up so much?" I ask wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Because you're so petite and cute. I wish I could've done it the first day we met. Jonathan wanted to make sure you weren't crazy first, though." I laugh aloud.
"I wish I had a brother like him growing up." He puts me down and puts my face in his hand kissing me softly.
"You do now." We both smile.
"How long will you be?"
"I'm not sure...but don't wait up." Immediately, I think of the numerous times Kevin said the exact same thing. He turned into being a cheater. It saddens me to think how naive I was. "I'm not Kevin...stop it. You can always call me...I will always answer. I won't be in the office...it’s a dinner meeting."
"Okay." I say pouty.
"It's a group of associates...okay?" His eyes sad and sincere.
"Yes...I'll be fine." I murmur, not wanting to continue this conversation. He sighs once again and holds me tighter.
"Karisma...maybe I shouldn't go."
"Oh don't be ridiculous...I'm fine. I promise." I reassure hoping to sound a little more believable. This is my issue not his. He can't miss opportunities because of my insecurities. He stares down at me briefly then kisses me quickly.
"Okay...are you ready?"
"Yes." I throw on my blazer before gathering my phone and purse. He grabs my phone, examining it.
"Your phone is too old."
"No it's not. I got it when I graduated."
"Ummhmm." He grabs my hand and leads me to the elevators. He releases my hand to have a conversation with Logan and Sanchez, then saunters back and hugs me. "I can't wait to come home to you." He kisses me hard, totally embarrassing me, considering we had an audience.
"I'll be waiting." He smiles and releases me to press the call button.
"The address is already in the navigation under home. Sanchez will follow you and keep you safe."
"Home? You knew all along."
"Wishful thinking." He kisses me one last time before I step in the elevator and Sanchez follows. On the way down to the garage the silence makes me uncomfortable.
"So Sanchez, do you also work for Jonathan?"
"Yes ma'am...for three years." He answers straight faced.
"Everyone I've met seemed to enjoy working for him." I press on, hoping he would loosen up more.
“There’s no one else I'd rather work for ma’am.”
“Okay, first don't call me ma’am…second loosen up, I'm not Jackson or Jonathan.” He doesn't respond so I turn to face him. He looks at me as he fights back a smile and chuckles finally.
"Alright, alright." He says shaking it off as if he’s waiting for the first round of a championship bout.
I giggle watching him. "That's right...now...I'm thankful for your protection, but I need you to not look so uptight bruh!"
He chuckles. "Did you really just say bruh?"
"Hey hey...don't get too comfortable now." I say giggling. "So, what are you driving so I'll know?"
"One of Mr. Turner's cars." He points to a black tinted Range Rover next to my car.
"That's Jackson's car or Jonathan's."
"Jackson's ma’am...I mean… err… Karisma."
I giggle at his stumble. "Oh ok."
Wow I really need to take a look in his garage. He opens my car door, then runs to get in Jackson's car, waiting for me to pull off. Finally figuring out the navigation, I leave the lot. I decide not to blast music or put the top down. I think I should pay attention until I get a better idea of how to get to Jackson's...well home. It's going to be a little uncomfortable being there alone, but I'll try to make the best of it. Maybe I'll look around a little. I just hope I made the right decision…
Jackson
As I walk back to my office, I can't get myself to stop smiling. I haven't been this happy in years. She's mine now. I just have to try and keep her happy. I have a feeling she's it for me…or maybe it's wishful thinking. I can't believe I let her in so easily. I hope she doesn't hurt me like Kim did…or leave when I get the courage to tell her my truth.
Karisma
I pull around to the front of the house, while Sanchez pulls up behind me and jumps out. Before I know it, he's at my door opening it. "Thank you."
"No problem Karisma."
"Sanchez, what's your first name?" He hesitates, but decides it's best to answer me.
"Richard." He walks me to the door and unlocks it, letting me in before going to the keypad to disarm the security system. I didn't even think to ask for a key and the code for the alarm. I’ll have to get that from him. "So, Mrs. Johnson should be around somewhere when you're hungry and I'll be in the security room."
"Ummm...would you mind showing me where that is?" I ask, embarrassed that I don't know.
"Oh...I thought you knew where it was. Follow me." I smile, putting my purse and blazer down before hanging my key in the key box at the front door. He leads me down the corridor past the kitchen where I've never noticed was there. We pass through what I assume is the library, then to a book on one of the shelves and he pulls it. One of the stacks opens up which leads to an illuminated staircase. Once we reach the bottom I notice a large room with a metal door.
"What's in there?" I ask pointing to the door.
"Oh...one of the panic rooms. You can get here through where we came or the garage." One of the panic rooms? Really...now I really want to know what happened to Jackson to cause all this security? "Karisma...this is the security office." He puts a code in and opens this large glass door exposing all the camera views. They're everywhere. I've never seen anything like this. "This is Baker."
"Oh...gosh I'm sorry I was distracted by all these cameras. How are you Baker?" Baker is in black suit pants and white shirt with black tie. He's almost as tall as Jackson, mocha skin like Lizzie's and looks about thirty or so.
"Nice to meet you ma'am." Here we go with more ma'ams.
"You too." I say smiling. "Richard, can you show me where the other panic room is?"
"Sure. C'mon, it's where the bedrooms are." Really? How the hell did I miss that?
"Good night Baker."
"Night ma'am." I follow Richard back out and upstairs. When we reach the kitchen, Mrs. Johnson is preparing dinner.
"Hi Mrs. Johnson. Something smells great." I say, stopping to say hello.
"Good evening, Miss Washington. I hope you had a good day."
"I did...thank you."
"Go ‘head and get relaxed...your dinner will be here when you're ready.”
"Thanks." I say smiling.
I like her, she seems sweet. I go over to Richard who has been patiently waiting at the front door. "Sorry Richard, I didn't just want to pass her and not speak."
"Please...no apologies. I work for you."
"Ummm....I wouldn't go that far." I say giggling and grabbing my blazer and purse to take upstairs. I follow him into Jackson's room...our room...and into his closet. He goes over to Jackson's shoe racks and pushes it in the middle. The shoe rack extends toward us then splits open. And there it is…the large metal door. Holy crap! You need a thumbprint to get in it seems.
"Right now, only Jackson or Jonathan can get in here...you'd have to talk to Mr. Turner about that."
"Okay Richard...thank you so much." I say smiling, still amazed. He walks over to the phone on Jackson's nightstand.
"All the phones in the house have the same buttons. This is the one to use to get to the security office. There is always someone in there." He says pointing to the button with the badge on it.
"Great. Thanks." He smiles and leaves the room.
Wow...this place is much larger than I expected it to be. I wish Jackson would have shown me these things…I should call him. No, I shouldn’t bother him. He's already working late because of me. I decide to take a shower before I go down and eat. When I walk in my closet there's a gift box on the white marble countertop in the middle of the room. I’m going to hurt him. I go over to open it, laying my purse and blazer down. It opens to an iPhone box. "Son of a bitch." I whisper to myself. I open the card on the outside of the box.
Don't be mad. We have more options to stay in touch with this.
Jackson.
I hope he doesn't think his money impresses me. Making my own money impresses me. Still, I take the phone out of the case to turn it on and there's a message from Jackson sent twenty minutes ago.
Jackson:
Don't be mad.
Me:
I'm not mad Jackson...I'm just not sure why you insist on buying me all these things
I can't believe he did this. No... yes I can.
Jackson:
Because I like to do it. I've never had anyone in my life that I wanted to do things for.
Me:
Okay. You don't have to buy me things to keep me happy though...you do that just by being you...where are you?
Jackson:
I love it when you tell me things like that...it's nice to hear sometimes. I'm in the car on the way to the restaurant.
Somehow, my new kinky mind gives me an idea. I take off all my clothes and decide to FaceTime him. He answers almost immediately.
"Baby." He says softly.
"Hey. Thank you." I say excited now that I'm able to see that gorgeous smile.
"I'm glad you're not mad."
"I'm not. In fact I'd like to show you something." I turn the camera to back view so it show's me standing in the mirror. "I thought you'd like to see what you're coming home to." I see him rummaging with the phone, he must have dropped it. "What's going on baby...having a little trouble there?" I say playfully.
"Damn...Karisma...what are you tryna do to me?" He says with lustful, excited blues.
"Payback baby."
"I'll take care of you when I get home." He licks his lips.
"I can't wait."
"I miss you already." He says pouting.
"Me too…stop pouting you look ridiculous." We both laugh.
"Okay...we're here...but I don't want you to go."
"Don't worry. You'll have me when you come home."
"Yes...I will." He says with a wink.
"Oh just go handle your business." I say giggling.
"Bye babe."
I blow him a kiss. "Bye baby."
He's so sweet...when he gets his way, anyway. I guess I could forgive him for the phone. I toss my clothes in the hamper and throw my robe on. I have to hurry and shower so I can eat. Of course, while I'm in the shower I think about last night…against the wall and on the floor. We will have to do that again.
After my shower I head down to the kitchen. No one is around but Mrs. Johnson left me a plate on the stove. "Mmm meatloaf." I whisper to myself. I warm the plate and take my phone out to check the time. Not very surprising, but there's a message from Jackson.
Jackson:
Look in your music app.
When I finally locate the icon for iTunes I see a playlist of Jackson's favorites. As I scroll the list there are only six songs; Too Good, New Flame, The BabyMaker, Mr. Wonderful, In a Sentimental Mood and Love on Top. "He only has five favorite songs?" I whisper to myself. But then I realize, these are all songs we've danced to. Oh, he's so going to get some tonight. There is also another playlist Kitchen Slow Jams, which turns out to be the playlist I made in here on the iPod.
Me:
You are so sweet to me. Looks like I'll be at your beck and call this evening.
I put my phone down to get dinner and a glass of Pinot from the cooler. By the time I sit at the table he has responded.
Jackson:
Miss Washington, I will definitely take you up on that offer. I'm excited my Beck and Call Girl.
Me:
Mr. Turner, I hope your call girl isn't taking your attention from your clients. However, your sexual goddess between my legs is beckoning for you as we speak.
I don't even have time to take a bite of food before he texts back. I hope he's not being rude.
Jackson:
Woman! Your prowess is making me stumble.
Me:
Oh...well I don't want that sweetie. Shall I go?
As I take a sip of wine he responds.
Jackson:
No... don't go...what are you doing?
Me:
Eating a delicious meal that Mrs. Johnson made for me.
I decide to eat and clean before I check the next message. He's being rude to whoever he's in this meeting with. When I make it upstairs, I finally decide to check it. Make him wait for it.
Jackson:
I wish I were there with you.
Baby...
You okay?
Me:
You're being a bad boy. I wish you were here also. Now get off the phone and pay attention.
Jackson:
If you insist...
Me:
I do. I'm gonna lay down. Night babe.
Jackson:
Oh alright. Good night sweetie.
I don’t feel like wearing pajamas so I just put on some underwear and matching bra to lie down in the bed. This bed is just too big for one person. I keep the phone by my head in case Jackson calls and doze off, anticipating his return.
I wake up to water running, so I turn my head and see the bathroom light on. Checking the time on the phone I see I've only slept two hours. Why am I so tired? I doze back off. It seemed like seconds later I feel Jackson climb in the bed and slide behind me with his Jackson smell. I reach for my new phone to check the time.
"It's on the nightstand baby...sleep." He pulls me in close and I fall back blissfully to sleep.
I wake up hot. My eyes seem to be weighed down as I look around the room. Jackson is still cuddled behind me with his leg draped on me. I'm thirsty. Why is it hot as hell in here at night? I try to get up without waking him but I can't. "What's wrong baby?"
"I'm hot and thirsty." I whisper.
"Okay. Stay." He rises.
"No...I can go." I sit up.
He pushes me back down. "Relax, I have a mini-fridge in my nightstand." What! See, he needs to take a day and let me explore. He reaches down and grabs me a small bottle of water.
"Thank you baby." I say, after drinking half the bottle. He stands and opens the balcony doors for some air.
"Are you always like this at night?"
"I guess so. I've never slept without some type of air circulating." He stares down at me as he stands at the side of the bed…his silhouette looks amazing in the moonlight. I lie back down but he just stands there. "Are you gonna come back to bed?"
"I'd like to ha
ve you now." He says leaning on the bed.
"I think my prowess would like that baby." I say lying on my back and lifting my arms.
He lets his pajama pants fall to the floor. Oh he's hot. The moonlight bounces off his skin as he crawls to me. I wrap my open arms around his neck as he lies on top of me. He stares at me, nuzzling his nose against mine. "I couldn't wait to get home to you." He whispers then kisses me softly. He doesn’t kiss me any harder, just massages his soft lips against mine, slowly opening and closing his with mine. I grab his hair, playing in it as he spreads my legs with his. His tongue finds mine, licking the inside of my mouth slowly and back out. God he knows how to kiss me. He pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth, and then kisses down the side of my mouth to my chin to lift my head up. I feel him getting large against me as he slowly grinds into me. He finds my ear with his lips to nibble on it. "I want to make love to you." He whispers. My eyes shoot open suddenly, totally distracted now.
"Don't you have to be in love to make love?" I whisper.
He doesn't answer, just continues kissing my neck, finding his way back up. He starts kissing me slowly again. I can't see his eyes clearly but I feel his need to make love...so I let go. I drop my arms beneath his and wrap them around his back, letting my hands roam. He slowly caresses back down my neck as he sits up on his knees, pulling me to him. He kisses me a little harder while he unsnaps my bra and tosses it. He leans me back down as he comes down with me, kissing from my neck to my breasts ever so gently. He rolls his tongue around my nipple slowly while cupping the other. Ah. His meticulously sensual tongue makes me want him more. I squirm beneath him as he lowers his lips down to my belly button, kissing my love handles. He pulls at my underwear so I lift up, and he pulls them off. He moves down, flips me onto my stomach and lifts me slightly. "Don't move." He commands, and then slides his tongue between my cheeks. Oh my goodness; my body jolts at his touch.
I sit there silently as I feel him move. Taking a peek underneath me, I see him sliding on his back under me. He grabs my cheeks, pulling my middle down to his face as he slides his tongue slowly up and down my clit. Ah. I start to move slowly against him. He flicks his tongue back and forth softly as he groans into me. He sticks his arm underneath me and pushes my torso up. Now looking down at him, I see him looking up at me snacking on my juices. He starts to rub his tongue harder and faster on my clit.