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Cheyanne rubbed her nose against mine, releasing a purr that made my already hard dick throb. My desk phone rang, and Amy’s voice filled the room.
“Mr. Jones, I’m back. I’m about to get everything set up in the conference room. Did you want me to bring yours?”
“I’ll grab it,” Cheyanne answered, lifting from my lap.
Biting my bottom lip, I clung to her hand, not ready to start the day and let her go just yet.
“Tonight,” she promised, giving me a soft, lingering kiss.
The promise of our date became the driving force to work and get things done as quickly as I possibly could.
18
Cheyanne
“I’m just glad you’re done acting like you don’t like that man. You damn near pulled my arm out its socket trying to stop me from shaking his hand.”
I laughed at Selena’s dramatics as I thought back to when they met at The Tipsy Grill. I really didn’t plan to shove their hands down so hard, but it pissed me off just thinking she was about to try and push up on him. Over the course of my time working with Chandler, I couldn’t recall him being in a serious relationship, and I didn’t want that to change—especially with my cousin. Selena was the kind of woman whose personality made men go crazy over her, so I knew, if nothing else, Chandler would enjoy her company. That wasn’t something I wanted to risk.
“You are so dramatic, Selena. I did not do it that hard.”
She sucked her teeth before returning her attention to the braid she was finishing up. We were on FaceTime as I got ready for my date with Chandler, and she was finishing up her last client of the day. Having a cousin who did hair was a true flex. She kept my sew-ins on point. When I wanted to let my natural hair breathe, I went to her for trims while I maintained it myself.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself,” she said with a smile.
“I’m gonna let you go, though. I know you’re ready to get done so you can get home and rest those hands.”
“All right, boo. Have fun tonight, and make me a little cousin too!”
“Now you know that’s not happening any time soon.”
“Mhm, we’ll see. From the way you said y’all was going at it, it’s probably already happened.”
“No, ma’am. I’m on birth control.”
“Booo, I want a baby.”
“Then have one!” I yelled through my laugh.
“I want you to have a baby for me so I can give them back to you when I want to.”
We continued to laugh and talk for a few minutes before making plans to go out with Amy and Selena’s best friend, then we ended the call. The timing was perfect, too, because I had about fifteen minutes left before Chandler was set to arrive. I used that window to unpin my hair, apply my perfume, and switch out my purses. As I slipped into my heels, the doorman called to let me know Chandler was in the lobby.
I told him that he could let Chandler up as my nerves started to rattle, which didn’t make sense. I’d just spent almost two weeks with the man. I guessed since this was our first date at home, it made things feel really official. Plus, I was still thinking about what Papa said. Were we really in a relationship, or were we dating and letting sex blind us? I guess I’d have to ask him for my own validation.
The knocking on my door led me to it. As soon as I opened it and saw Chandler standing behind it, my heart plummeted to my feet in the best way. He'd always been so attractive to me, but knowing he was mine further increased his appeal. That muscular build, that smooth Nutella brown skin, his fine ass face—God. I couldn’t get enough of this man. And don’t even get me started on his character, aura, swag, and the way he carried himself. God had truly taken His time when He crafted Chandler Jones.
“How’d I get so lucky,” he said so low I could barely hear him as he looked at me.
I looked down at myself absently, pleased that he liked my outfit for the evening. Though I didn’t know where we were going this evening, he told me I could dress for a cocktail hour. I chose a red silk dress that clung to my curves perfectly. Chandler’s tan and burgundy shirt and slacks beautifully accented his skin. If there was one thing the man could do, it was dress. I was grateful for his stylist and tailor every day I saw him.
“Hi,” I spoke, using his chin to get his eyes on me.
He chuckled as he pulled me close. “You look stunning, Chy.”
“Thank you. You look handsome as always.”
“I’m going to have the prettiest woman on my arm in every room we step in tonight.”
