I am a well-known event planner in the city and I conduct my business from home so I don’t have to commute to work like my husband does daily. It’s lovely at times, but takes a lot of self-discipline.
“First things first, let me see what kind of events I have in store for today. Sweet Sixteen . . . bridal shower . . . divorce party . . .” reading my Facebook subjects out loud.
RE: So contact me anytime
“Oh, shit! He responded,” I said in a very low voice as if someone were still at home with me. “Well, let’s see what you’re talking about, Mr. Milk Chocolate.”
Open.
“Hi, Mrs. Mitchell. Yes, I said to contact me anytime you guys were ready to make an offer, or if you have any questions regarding the house. Actually, I will be over at th
e property today at ten a.m. if you would like to stop by and take another look.”
Well, that gives me two and a half hours to get myself together. I got to make sure everything is on point for our “meeting.”
My thoughts were interrupted by my Brandy “Best Friend” ringtone, which told me that Lisa was calling.
“Hello . . . hey, chick . . . I’m getting ready to go to a meeting . . . with Mr. Milk Chocolate . . . I’ll explain later . . . okay . . . bye.”
Lisa called me every morning to chitchat and catch up on the events of the day before since we both really don’t have much time to talk for the rest of the day after that.
A couple of hours later I arrived at my dream home, which was the baddest house on the block, kind of like myself. I rang the doorbell and waited for him to receive me. I had on my white halter sundress that stopped right above my knee and showed off my curves. My feet were freshly manicured and polished with a burnt orange color. My naturally curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail and my skin was glowing as if the sun personally blew me a kiss. I was flawless and I knew it. I guess you could say I had a certain “swag” about me, too.
When he opened the door, my cockiness disappeared. I stood there speechless. What the hell was I going to say? I mean, all this man standing in front of me was too much, but now was not the time to freeze up. It was time to go hard or go home. There he was in my presence again, and there was the Mississippi waters stirring up in my lace panties again. I’m not sure what fragrance he was wearing but it sent shockwaves through my body that traveled from my nose to my clit. And I knew before I left this house today he would be nibbling, biting, and sucking on it like it was his last supper.
“Hi, Mrs. Mitchell, come on in. Is your husband accompanying you today?”
“Hi, Mr. Johnson, how are you? No. My husband had to work today, so I came alone.”
“I’m fine, thank you. Please have a seat.”
Yes, you are.
“So, Mrs. Mitchell, did you want to take a look at the house again, or do you have any questions, or just tell me what’s on your mind.” He chuckled.
If I told this man that his golden rod was on my mind, he’d probably fall out of his chair, or maybe not.
“Well, we both love the house but my husband thinks that it’s overpriced. I would just like to get a second tour, if you don’t mind showing me again.”
“Certainly, not a problem, Mrs. Mitchell; we could definitely do that.”
“Please, feel free to call me Monica.”
“Okay, Monica, and you can call me Alexis.”
We started off on our journey touring the house again. All of the rooms had hardwood flooring except for the bedrooms; there was plush carpet in each one of those. The windows were thirteen feet tall. There were also some really nice pieces of furniture left behind from the last owners, who’d decided not to take it with them when they left. There were no complaints on our end, though; we could find somewhere to use it.
Our last stop on the house tour was the master bedroom. This room was beautiful. It had a double-sided fireplace, a chandelier, and even a pole! Once you stepped out onto the balcony, there was a beautiful view of the lake that ran behind the upscale subdivision. There was nothing at all that I would change about this house, I loved it, but right now Alexis was the prime piece of property I wanted to acquire.
The sexual tension had been building up throughout the tour. My pussy had been pounding like I’d been locked in a department store bathroom after hours, trying to get the security guard’s attention. I could only imagine what was going on in his pants.
“And here is the final room, the master bedroom. Do you have any questions?”
“Yes, I have one.”
Oh shit, just say it, girl, before you get too nervous and make a complete fool of yourself.
I continued, “Alexis, are you craving me right now as much as my body is craving you?”