“I guess I blew it,” he replied, standing up. “I’ll make my story work with what I have.”
“Minus what we just talked about?”
“Definitely. You don’t have to worry.”
I started walking toward the house with Antonio on my tail, leaving Jonovan to be showed out by Nikki, who had also appeared suddenly, after realizing the interview was over.
“What was that all about?” Antonio asked. “What don’t you have to worry about?”
“It’s all good. Jonovan has always been a good guy.”
“Oh, you know him?”
Damn, I fucked up!
“No, just heard that he was a good guy from some other peeps in the industry.”
I was about to walk upstairs, and Antonio would have headed off to watch his telenovelas, but I paused and turned around.
“What are you about to get into?” I gazed into his eyes seductively.
“Hopefully you one of these damn days.”
“You know that’s not happening, but you could help me relieve some stress.” I dropped my eyes to his groin. “With that lap band-needing dick of yours.”
He chuckled. “You and your jokes. My dick’s not that big.”
“Shit, in whose world? Your dick is an urban legend. You have fucked up many a pussy and you know it. That’s why you’re never going to disfigure Thumper.”
Antonio moved close enough for me to taste his breath as I stood on the third step and he was at the base of the steps. “Thumper might enjoy being with someone so legendary.”
“I didn’t call you a legend. I said your dick was a legend.” I giggled. “So you want to play with me this afternoon or what?”
“Depends on what playing entails. But you know that I can never refuse you.”
“If you can never refuse me, then it doesn’t depend, does it?” I turned and started up the steps. “Give me twenty minutes to prepare and then make it happen.”
* * *
When Antonio entered my bedroom exactly twenty minutes later, I was showered and ready with the blackout curtains closed, candles lit, and I was wearing a sports bra and biker shorts with no panties.
“What’s this all about?” he asked as “Workout” by J. Cole played through the speakers in the walls.
“I thought we could do some Tantra Yoga. It makes me come.”
Antonio laughed. “That again?”
“Didn’t you enjoy doing all those poses and stretches with me before? Gazing into my eyes?”
“I want to fuck you, not do poses.”
“But you know we’re not fucking, so let’s cut the bullshit.” I walked o
ver to him and ran my fingers over his chest and then pulled his T-shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head. “Damn, what have you been eating?” I teased. “You buffed up some . . . since last time.”
“You need to start calling me up here more often. K and D don’t know what to do with all of this.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him so his dick was poking me in my ribs. It was rock hard. “Can’t you imagine all this dick up in you?”
“I do imagine it—all the time.”