Heyyy! You know what time it is…It’s a Tête-à-Tête Tuesday with Tyrone and I’m here! I know ya’ll been waiting all week for me, and I’ve got a treat for you. I’m sharing a snippet of what’s coming your way in Book 3 of The House of BeJeweled, BeJeweled: A Beautiful Blend.
When I say that Wesley ain’t nothing but a THOT, HE.AIN’T.NOTHING.BUT.A.THOT! Now I know Chelle don’t agree, but I can name a few women who do. They running ‘round here talking ‘bout #TeamWes…now, I’m not #TeamCarlos, but I don’t think I’m #TeamWes either. We had to kick #TeamBlack to the curb, I say we start at #TeamTyrone! Heyyy! I kinda like the sound of that.
But back to Wesley. Remember how he was all in love with Nikki? Remember how he was heartbroken over Deborah, his ex, before Nikki? Well, look what he’s up to now…
He was cleaning the room after his client had departed when he heard a knock at the door. Turning around, he saw Rory standing there with a mischievous smile on her lips.
“Hey, there,” he greeted.
“Hi, yourself,” she said, walking into the room closing the door behind her.
“What’s going on, girl?” he asked, turning his back to her and putting his bottle of disinfectant back into the locked cabinet. He walked to the door preparing to open it. He knew that it didn’t look good if the two of them were in the room together with the door closed. That wasn’t a game he liked to play, he hadn’t even taken that chance with Nikki. Although Mrs. Olivia was seldom around anymore, he knew she didn’t like that and he wanted to give her the same respect he would if she were here.
"Can you stop for just a moment? I know the rules, but I need to talk to ya for a sec,” Rory said, placing her hand over his stopping him from opening the door. Standing at 5’11” he towered over her petite 5’2” frame. She glanced up at him with an appealing look in her slanted hazel eyes, which he could not resist.
“Sure, what’s up?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I just wanna apologize to ya. I know I’ve been distant and I’ve given you a really hard time these last few months. I know you musta been going through enough on your own without me adding to it.” She cleared her throat before proceeding. “I really cherish our friendship and I know ya do, too. It took a while for me to realize that you were trying to protect that friendship and I appreciate that, Wes. But, I want you to know that I’m very much attracted to ya. And while I know that you care about me and wanna protect me, I need you to know that I’m a big girl and I got me covered,” Rory said, pressing her hand against her chest.
She continued on, “I just want ya to give me a shot. If it doesn’t work for ya, I can handle it.” Rory had been standing in front of him while giving her speech. At that moment, she placed her hands on the side of his face and pulled him down towards her, and he didn’t resist.
She softly, but firmly pressed her lips against his. Caught off guard but not for long, Wesley placed his large hands on her small waist and then lowered his hold to grasp firm round hips. Rory moved her right hand behind his head and softly caressed his neck, encouraging him to go deeper with his kiss. Her tongue tasted like butterscotch in his mouth, and her kisses were soft and cool as they explored each other’s mouths.
Wesley didn’t deny her one single bit. If this was how she wanted it, then why should he deny her? He was done playing the good guy role, it hadn’t worked for him. Hell, Rory was a helluva girl, and neither one of them had ties to anyone else. Why not give her a shot? He thought. She rubbed both of her hands up and down his face as she began gyrating her hips in circular motions. He held her closer to him as she began to moan.
“Damn, girl, why here? Why now?” he asked, pulling back. “Come on, I gotta get you outta here before someone finds us.”
“Why? Ya worried about someone finding us?” she teased, looking devilish as the overhead lights danced around in her hazel eyes.
“Nah, but you should be. I think enough drama has been going on lately for us to be concerned about appearances.”
“Let ‘em think whatever they want to. We’re two grown consenting ass adults,” Rory charged.
“Consenting huh?” he asked.
She licked her lips and smiled at him. “Consenting like hell, baby,” she said, taking her tongue and licking his bottom lip.
He couldn’t tell if the pink coloring in her small puckered lips were from the lip gloss she wore, or the kiss they had just shared. But damn, them lips was doing something to him right now. He had thoughts about what he would like to see those lips doing.
“I tell you what, what you got planned tonight?” he asked.
“Whateva ya tell me to,” she taunted, as she licked her lips and smiled at him.
“A’ight, I see you. What time you get outta here?”
“I should be done by seven,” Rory replied.
“Cool, you flow on home, get changed up and I’ll pick you up about eight. How that sound?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow to see if she was game.
“Panties or no?” she asked, with a little fire and sass in her voice.
“Baby, it’s up to you. Cuz ain’t no damned pair of panties ever stopped me.”
Girlfriends…these trifling men around here ain’t no good! If your heart is hurting over a no good man, or you just need a little healing, come on down to The House…The House of BeJeweled.
I’ll be there ready to sink my hands into your hair and bring that #healing! Nah ain’t none of that Marvin Gaye going on up in here with me, baby. But, I can make you fabulous diva! You see my card below…I think you betta callll Tyrooone! Call me!
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