Happy Valentine's Day and don't we have a treat in store for you! Paulette is bringing a challenge to 20 Days of Love. When a man loves a woman, he can be all the way in. When a man loves a woman, he won't accept her excuses or play her games. When a man loves a woman, he's willing to do what it takes to make her his own. Paulette is sharing Tame Breeze and she's doing a giveaway to some lucky reader today as a Valentine's treat. Simply leave her a comment below and you might be the lucky winner. Read on...
“So, you want to explain why you're dipping out on me yet again like you got a man or something. Or is there something you want to tell me.” Q picked up and took a quick glance at his phone clearly looking at what time it was and how long they’d been together.
“You seriously have to stop saying stuff like that to me.”
“Am I not speaking truth to you? You are jumping back into those tight ass jeans of yours as we speak in attempts to make your exit am I wrong.” Of, course his comment made Bre stop her actual jumping process of squeezing into her jeans. He had a way of knowing exactly what to say to make her stop in her tracks.
“I have an entire business to run I don’t have time for any of those types of games.”
“That’s your favorite phrase it seems...those types of games like you’re trying to say that’s something happening without actually saying the words.” Normally at this point in the conversation, Quincey would be out of bed himself with at least his boxers and jeans on but today he stayed put half shielded by his navy duvet that went along with the silver and white accents of his room and leaning back against his headboard. He had something more in mind for this conversation than just letting Bree off the hook with a few cute remarks.
“Seriously Q what is up with you? Every time I come over here lately we end up on this very same page.”
“Do we now?”
“Ugh…. like I said I have to go remember source of income waiting for me to open its doors so I guess we will talk another time.”
“Right and that will be when exactly?” Intrigue into Bree’s discomfort of the topic must have kicked in because he sat forward on the bed.
“Quincey seriously what is it if you have something to say then say it we are not kids, so.”
Sure, he was right Bree never let anyone get close especially men no matter how much time they’d spent together. The current game with Quincey had been going on for nine months now and it was clear he had reached the point of wanting more than just the random meetups at his or her place they’d fallen into. Outside of the physical which was beyond what either of them expected each time nothing else progressed between them. Even though they’d known of each other well over five years they hadn’t approached one another in a romantic way until about a year ago when Bree found herself on another one of her self-doubt kicks in the middle of central park.
Running into Q was pure accident she’d gone down to get a pretzel and enjoy the day since that was one of the things she and Angel always did during the summer, but her best friend was on the other side of the country and now happily married which was still bothering her on a level she hadn’t fully tapped into. She was seeking out her favorite lunch when Q bumped into her on his way to a pickup game. If life wasn’t full of any and every form of crap designed to make it as hard as possible Bree more than likely would have been happy to have that kind of attention. Quincey the six foot three physically fit, dark caramel adolescent psychiatrist with his full beard and unruly spiky afro was the exact man every woman dreamed of. Educated full of promise and not sitting back looking for life to hand him anything just his confidence in himself attracted her like lightning bugs on a late summer afternoon. But at the current moment, he was looking more and more pissed and not able to contain it.
“I just have a lot on my plate Q I thought you understood that you have just as much going on with trying to get the center back up and running.” Since no matter how much pulling and tugging she did would change the fact that she couldn’t get the jeans any higher she gave up and sat on the edge of the bed near him. He’s a good man Bree. Reminding herself of that was a consistent process.
“I completely understand; however, I also am not a fan of these roll around for a few hours sharing body fluids then act as if we don’t know each of till one of us is horny again.”
“So are you say….” Q put his finger to her lips before she could finish because it was clear Bree was about to hit panic mode and back out completely.
“I’m saying let’s see a movie…. have a drink…. shit if all that is too much take a walk with me in the park but let’s stop the teenage shit.”
“Teenagers roll around sharing body fluids for hours?” The smirk on her face couldn’t be helped and at least she got him to smile his million-megawatt smile at her.
“Woman stop picking the little shit and just let me show you better.” Q moved the finger from her lips and slid it under her chin lifting her lips to his. “Just think about it ok. I’m not going to hold you up I know how important your work is to you. But think about it, Bree. Deal?”
The ability to just agree and let things happen wasn’t one that Bree possessed, people were great at letting you down once they knew they had you in their corner that was the lesson life had already branded on her. But Q hadn’t done that he was patient and somehow found a large amount of understanding to keep them going. The man knew exactly how to handle every single part of her being and then flip it over and do even more. So, Q deserved the chance. Baby steps Bree you can do baby steps.
“Deal.” She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips and jumped from the bed.
“Bree don’t play games if we doing this we are both all in completely.”
“I agreed Q, I don’t go back on my word so don’t hound me.”
“So, we having dinner tonight then?” The cute as hell boyish grin on his face was just enough to make her insides tighten.
“I will not be out of the shop till late so you have to bring it to me. I prefer samosa and tamarind sauce with jasmine rice.”
“Is this some language you have decided to pick on me with?”
“If I wanted to pick on you…. main aapako sabhee ko pareshaan kar doonga aur aapako bina kisee die bina chhod dega. -I would get you all bothered and leave you here without giving you any. -”
“Samosa and tamarind sauce with jasmine rice, and maybe some tandoori chicken, place on 7th next to the store has the best….be at the shop by like eight I have some boxes you can help me with.” Because she had slid over and had her hands headed up the covers toward his semi-erect manhood she quickly pulled them away and grabbed her shirt and jacket then headed for the door.
“So, I’ve gone from servicing you to manual labor now.”
“Hey, I believe I just provided plenty service sir and I will be there the entire time.”
“Yea yea…. I hope not in those tight as jeans you can’t even get into.”
“They are not that tight Q.”
“Bullshit squat.” Of course, that was not an option bending over was out of the question for the most part so an actual squat was not happening. It made Bree roll her eyes. He knows I can't-do a damn squat.
“Stop worrying about my jeans and get dressed don’t you have work to do?”
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