Addicted

I was so busy checking his ass out, I didn’t see Rebecca approaching. As a matter of fact, he was checking me out too, and making no bones about it.

“Zoe, I’m about to leave. Bobby’s running a fever, and the school just paged me to pick him up.”

Rebecca could have been calling out the winning numbers for that night’s lotto, for all I cared. “Okay, Becca. Take care, girl.”

She gave me a quick pat on the arm. “All right, girl. Take care, Zoe.”

I realized how rude I was being. “Hold up, Becca. Have you met Quinton Matthews, the muralist?”

“Yes, we’ve met.” They shook hands, but nowhere near the seductive way he and I did. “Nice to see you again, Quinton. Your new mural is the bomb!”

“Thanks for the compliment!”

While he was thanking her, I was trying to sneak a peek at the bulge in his pants. I snapped back to my senses; I knew good and damn well I had no business thinking about another man’s dick.

“Zoe, I really have to run!” Rebecca was already halfway to the door, bumping into a waiter and almost causing him to spill a whole tray of drinks, when she yelled out, “I’ll call you tomorrow!”

I waved at her as she disappeared from our view.

“Mr. Matthews, I really have to be running along also.” Suddenly, I was scared to even be near him.

“Aw, so soon?”

“Yes, my husband will be expecting dinner at a certain time, and I still have to stop at two different places to scoop up the kids and all.”

“I understand. Domestic life must be hectic. Don’t let me keep you.” He was talking to my breasts and not my face, which made me even more uncomfortable. The black dress I was wearing didn’t seem that revealing, but he made me feel like I was working the corner in the red light district.

“Well, nice meeting you, and once again, I really do love your work.”

“Thanks.”

I started walking away, feeling his eyes on my ass, when I remembered the business proposition I had come there to make in the first place.

When I turned around and headed back toward him, he started grinning. My lips were forming the words when he inquired, “Let me guess. You want me, don’t you?”

I felt like hollering “Hell, yes!” but managed not to. “Actually, I want to talk with you about the possibility of marketing some of your work.”

“Hmm, is that right?” His eyes started exploring my body again. “Well, we can definitely discuss it if it means I get to see your fine ass again.”

That did it! My nipples got hard, and my pussy got wet. “Here’s my card.” I pulled one of my engraved business cards out and handed it to him. “Whenever you can find the time in your busy schedule, I’d appreciate it if you can call me so I can go over what I have in mind.”

“Well, I already know what I have in mind.” I started blushing while he glanced at the card. “An arts dealer, huh?”

“Yes. Exclusively African-American art.”

“Cool.”

“Thanks, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.” I zipped my purse back up. “It’s no rush, though. I realize you’re in high demand.”

“How about tomorrow morning? Say nine o’clock? My place?”

I was shook! My lips were trembling, and his eyes held me in a trance. He dug in his pocket and handed me one of his cards. I looked at the address of his studio and made a mental note that it was within walking distance from my office. “Nine tomorrow would be great. Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” He took my hand and kissed it once more.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your other admirers. I didn’t mean to hog your attention.”

“Not a problem, Zoe. I can call you that, right?”