“What is it?” Persefani asked.
“Do you have all the models lined up for the fashion show?” E.J. inquired since she was the Fashion Coordinator.
“Yes, here is the list.” She stated removing it from the stack in her arms and handing it to her brother.
E.J. looked at the list of names. “I see you have your boyfriend’s, Laertes Scott’s, sister on here. Are you sure Ophelia is going to be able to handle this and what does she look like?”
“She looks like Mila Kunis and has her own dance company. She can handle this. She has been in charity fashion shows. This won’t be a problem for her.”
E.J. puts the list in his briefcase. “As long as you are confident then that’s all that matters. See you tonight at the Black Friday party.”
“Bye, big brother.” Persefani stated with a smile.
The party was going full blast. Soft aromatic music permeated the air. Aahsod was drinking a glass of Courvoisier when he saw Amaia having a conversation with Kenneth Monroe. Monroe had a business degree and was Director of Human Resources for the company and Aahsod truly despised him. Amaia was dressed in a black stretch knit sexy baby doll dress that flattered her body. It had a sexy surplice neckline and rhinestone accents at the straps and a jagged hem. His eyes roamed up and down her body until they rested on her breasts. He had no idea whether or not she was wearing a bra, but they were the most perfect pair of clothed breast that he wanted to expose for his tasting. They were round and full, and with plenty of cleavage. She briefly glanced his way and he didn’t care if he was caught staring. She smiled and waved at him and he held his glass out at her with a returned smile. Kenneth had a frown on his face. Suddenly Kenneth whispered in her ear and they departed from the room. Amaia was thrilled to go out on the balcony for some fresh air with her family’s friend and co-worker. Kenneth was 5’11” bald headed and had a goatee. He had always reminded Amaia of Don Cheadle.
“Amaia, Cayle and Raechel have been in Mexico for quite some time.” Kenneth stated.
“About seven months. I really miss them.”
“I’m sure you do. When was the last time you spoke with them?”
“Last week. He said they have decided to stay over there for two years.” Amaia stated.
“Have you given any thought to my proposition?”
Amaia sighed before responding. “Kenneth, you are great friend to Cayle and the family but I am not interested in a relationship with you. I have told you over and over you are not my type.” She said looking him in his eyes as she tucked a lock of hair behind her eyes.
“It would make your mother happy if you at least gave it a try.” Kenneth stated.
“I am not here to make my mother happy.” She stated as she looked back over the balcony.
“Your late Caucasian husband has been gone for four years and you still haven’t dated. I guess my being African American makes me the wrong color.”
“I won’t dignify that with an answer other than to say be respectful enough to say my late husband’s name which was Laurence. I think it would be best for you to go back inside now.”
“You will eventually get lonely enough to call me.” He stated matter-of-factly as he reentered the Karmikell’s mansion.
She watched him go inside. She turned back and was leaning over the rail of the balcony enjoying the soft breeze when she heard a deep, rich voice behind her.
“Hello, beautiful.”
She turned around to see Aahsod Patel standing behind her. He was a 6’3” tall Indian American. He was a half a foot taller than her. He had dark copper skin, silky midnight black hair and eyes. His hair was long to his shoulders but he kept it in a neat ponytail at the nape. His physique was slim yet very sinewy.
“Hello, Aahsod. What brings you out here?” she responded as her pulse quickened when she noticed he had closed to double doors leading to the balcony. She had been avoiding him for three months.
“You,” he replied as he walked closer to her.
“What could be so interesting and intriguing about me?”
“Everything about you interests and intrigues me, Amaia. From your long black hair, your smooth butter crème skin to your dark brown doe eyes and the sweet smell of pears on your skin,” he stated as he caressed her cheek. Amaia did not respond because she was transfixed by his words. He was so close that he had her gently pressed against the railing of the balcony. With his hands on the railing, he pressed against her more; she had to put her hands on him to steady herself.
“Aahsod, what are you doing?” she asked without pushing him away. She could feel his aroused flesh pressing into her. She was trying not to focus on how damn good this little bit of intimacy was feeling but it had been four years for her. He ignored her as he rained soft butterfly kisses down her neck. It was as if her clit jumped from excitement. When he stop kissing her neck he looked her in her eyes before speaking.
“If I kiss your beautiful mouth right now, will you taste like butter crème?” He asked in a voice laced with passion.
Amaia could not believe what she was hearing. She had been fighting her attraction to Aahsod for quite some time. She sucked in her breath when Aahsod’s thumb sensuously caressed her lower lip.
“Aahsod-“
Her statement was cut short as his mouth slanted down over hers. What had began as a simple kiss turned into something hot and bewildering. When the kiss was finally over, Amaia felt tremulous and lethargic. She noticed the slight quivering of Aahsod’s hands.
“I have never experienced anything like that before in my life. You tasted very succulent, like something exotic yet forbidden. ” He declared as his finger caressed her cleavage.
“You’ve been bold in your tactics towards me but never kissed me. Why now?” She asked pushing him slightly away as she tried to control hormones that were like a firecracker right now.
“I have been trying to break down your wall of resistance for three months. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I want you and I intend to have you.”
“So you think it is that simple to say you want me and you will get me?
“I can be pretty persistent. Are you skeptical about getting into another interracial relationship? I know your late husband was a Caucasian. Are you in a relationship with Kenneth Monroe? Are you also thinking about cultural differences? Believe me when I say that I have never stayed within the norm.”
“First let me start by saying that there never was and never will be anything but friendship between Kenneth and myself and secondly my procrastination has a lot to do with Laurence and less with cultural differences. I had to sacrifice many things with my family because of an interracial relationship. I also have to consider my seventeen-year-old daughter’s feeling. But mainly I’m just taken aback that you are so interested in me. You can have your pick of any woman you want and yet you picked me. I’m rather curious to know the reason.” She tired to move away from him but he stopped her by pressing her against the railing again.
“And I have a twenty two-year-old son to take into consideration. I think that you are a very alluring yet highly intelligent woman. I can understand your hesitation but I promise I am worth it and I know damn well you are.”
Amaia had to smile at this boldness. “What exactly do you mean when you say that you have never stayed within the norm?”
“Traditionally, I am suppose to stay with my culture but I have never done that completely. I don’t mean I sleep around but I am saying that when I have committed to a relationship, it hasn’t always been with an Indian American woman. I have been with Caucasian and Latino as well.”
Amaia looked into his eyes. “So I am that forbidden fruit that you haven’t had an opportunity to taste?”
“Yes and no. I definitely want to taste you but not because you are African American. It is because you are a sexy woman.”
Amaia blushed at his boldness. “Aahsod, I won’t be a notch on your bedpost. I am not going to get into a one night stand with you and
tear my heart and family apart. I do have to work with you and there are by-laws set by the Karmikell’s.”
“I don’t look at you as a one night stand. I look at you as a woman that I might want to be committed and are worth jeopardizing my job for.” He stated as his hand slowly crept underneath her dress to caress her thigh.
“What makes you think I am worth the pursuit?” she asked as her hormones began to pop like a firecracker.
“You are a dedicated and loyal woman. You haven’t dated in 4 years since your husband’s death.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have my ways of finding out things.”
Amaia sighed. “I don’t like playing games.” She started to move away from him but he did not allow her to do anything other than move closer to him.
“Neither do I.” He stated as his hand crept up the back of her dress to slide his hand inside of her panties to stimulate her clit. Amaia gasped and was about to speak but Aahsod kissed her again hungrily and full of demanding passion that made her head spin. She found herself putting her arms around his neck to participate in the bewildering kiss. As she slowly thrust against his hand. He began to manipulate her clit faster and she moaned. Aahsod broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as he spoke. “I am going to make you have an orgasm, Amaia.” He whispered.
Amaia threw her head back as she moaned. Aahsod worked her clit harder and faster until she started having an orgasm and shaking as if she was convulsing. When she stopped shaking, he removed his hand and smiled. “There’s more where that came from.” He stated as he held her long enough to regain her composure. When she looked up at him, he spoke. “I am willing to give us the opportunity to see where this might go. I have always felt that if two people were to form a solid relationship and eventually fall in love that it should be truly, madly and deeply. Would you like to start a relationship with me?”
“Yes, but let’s take things very slowly and keep it clandestine because of the by-laws at work.”
“That’s fine with me.” He said as he escorted her back inside to go separate ways as if they had not even had such an erotic experience out on the balcony.
Chapter 1Two years later……
Amaia was having lunch with her best friend, Joesi Collins Leland. Joesi is Laurence’s sister and is 5’9” with bleach blonde hair cut short and pale skin.
“Joesi, do you know who you look like now that you have cut and dyed your hair from dark brown to bleach blonde?” Amaia asked without looking up from her iPhone.
“Yeah, Yeah. Everyone keeps telling me that I look like Tabatha Coffey from Tabatha’s Salon Takeover but without the accent.”
“Well it’s true.” Amaia stated still not looking up from her phone.
Joesi noticed how she kept texting and finally asked. “Amaia, are you dating someone?”
“Why do you ask?” Amaia asked finally looking up from her cell phone.
“Because you are smiling as you text. You always have to leave unexpectedly when we are together.”
“What if I am?”
“Why haven’t you said anything?”
“Not sure where the relationship is going. Plus you are Laurence’s sister.”
“Meaning?”
“First he hasn’t said how he feels about me, second only Daesha and my sister, Beverlee knows about the relationship and neither is supportive and third I wasn’t sure how you would react to me dating again?”
“First of all we were friends before you and my brother got together. I introduced the two of you remember. Second, Laurence has been gone for six years and you are entitle to go on with your life. How long has this been going on?”
Amaia sighed. ‘Two years.”
Joesi dropped her fork. “What?!”
“It isn’t what you think.”
“How do you know what I am thinking if I haven’t said anything.”
Amaia sat back and stared at her friend. Before she could say anything, her cell phone buzzed with a text message that she quickly read.
“Sorry, Joesi, I have to run. We will finish this conversation later.”
Later never came and Amaia was meeting Aahsod at their usual destination for supper. When Amaia arrived at the motel, Aahsod was already naked and in bed waiting on her. She disrobed quickly for him.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” Amaia asked in a sultry voice.
Aahsod threw back the covers so she could see how aroused his ten inches were. “What do you think? Come ride this thick pony!” he growled.
She took her time getting into the bed with him. Finally she straddles him without allowing him to enter her moistness. Aahsod had to smile. Amaia's hands ran along the curves of Aahsod's muscular chest as his hands fondled her hardened nipples. She moaned as she watched him begin to suck on her brown swollen nipples. He licked then sucked then nibbled each tiny mountain back and forth all while reaching around to squeeze her ass. He reached down and stuck a finger into her and moaned when he become aware of how wet and slick she was. If at all possible his aroused flesh became harder. Aahsod pull her down to whisper in her ear.
"I've got to get deep inside that hot wetness now," Aahsod stated with a growl as Amaia obliged by raising up and slowly lowered herself onto his hard erect flesh. Aahsod grabbed her hips and immediately impaled Amaia with the full length of his penis.
"Ooohhh, yess" she purred, sitting flat on Aahsod's lap with him deeply inside her. She began to grind herself firmly against him which stoked the fires within her to heat up. Aahsod held her firm ass as he guided her now up and down his hardness. He loved watching his arousal become coated in her slippery juices before disappearing back into paradise. Amaia grabbed her bouncing breasts, pinched both nipples and fed them to Aahsod. This time Aahsod moaned in sheer delight as she impaled herself on him over and over again as he matched her rhythm.
"Don’t Stop! Go Deeper!!" Amaia yelled. Obeying her demands, Aahsod thrust up to meet each of her downward strokes while his hands were squeezing her firm ass cheeks. She began to tremble because she was on the verge of a climax. Her orgasmic fluids soaked him and he smiled. Finally, Aahsod groaned with a final thrust which made him pour his hot seed into her. They both sighed in unison as they came back down to earth.. He pulled her down for a kiss before rolling to hold her tenderly in his arms so they could get a quick nap.
Three weeks later, the touch came softly to her shoulder. Amaia turned around to see Kenneth Monroe standing behind her.
“What do you want?” she asked with an exasperated sigh as she filled her favorite ceramic cup with coffee. She was not in the mood for Kenneth at nine a.m., especially on a Friday.
“Are you going to the party tonight?”
“Yes, I am. Mr. and Mrs. Karmikell always give their employees an unforgettable Black Friday party.” She picked up her cup of coffee and headed for her office.
“I have given you space for two years so I am just going to ask you if you have a date tonight?” he asked following her.
“Yes, I do.” She stated as she sat down at her desk.
“And who might it be?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she retorted with a depraved smile.
Kenneth was about to respond when there was a deep, rich voice behind him.
“I’ll be by to pick you up at seven tonight. Is that alright, Amaia?” Aahsod Patel inquired as he entered her office.
“Seven will be fine.” She gave him a warm smile.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Will I get a taste of butter crème tonight?”
“Maybe, if you are good.” She responded with a bright smile as she tucked a black strand of hair behind her ear.
At this point, Kenneth decided to clear his throat to remind them of his presence.
“Can we help you, Monroe?” Aahsod asked as he looked at Kenneth with hatred.
“I’d like to speak to Amaia alone, Patel.”
“Would you like for me to leave, Amaia?”
; “Yes, if you don’t mind.” She gave him a smile as she caressed his dark copper check.
“Of course not, I’ll see you after work.” He gave Kenneth a smug smile before departing the office.
Kenneth closed the door. “Why are you involved with a white man again?”
“Aahsod isn’t white, he’s Indian. His parents are from India but he was born in the United States. You are a great friend of the family but that does not make you dictator over my life. I have the right to date whomever I chose to.”
“Whether his is a dark skinned Indian or Caucasian, I still consider him white because he is not black. You are making a big mistake. You will never be anything to him but a way to carry out a curious fantasy.” After saying that, he left her office.
She let out a soft sigh. She decided to ignore his comment and get to work. Ten minutes later as she was busy looking over a sales sheet there was soft rap on the door.
“Come in,” she said without looking up.
“Always the hard worker,” said Amaia’s nineteen-year-old daughter, Daesha Mahree Collins.
“Hello, sweetheart. How long have you been in town?”
“I just arrived. I took a cab to the house to get my BMW.” Daesha closed the door and walked closer to the desk. “Sorry I couldn’t make it for Thanksgiving yesterday.”
“It’s okay. You know my mom, your nana, doesn’t celebrate until Sunday anyways. You should have called me. I would have taken off to pick you up from the airport and spend time with you.”
“That’s just the reason why I didn’t call. You do not have to get off from work to be with me, mom. I can wait for you to get home for us to spend some quality time together.”
“That’s where the problem comes in. Aahsod and I are going to the company’s Black Friday party tonight.”
“And how are things between you and Aahsod?” she asked as she threw a tress of long wavy waist length blonde highlighted brown hair over her peachy cream shoulder.
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