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  No one came to the door, but as I opened the screen to knock, I saw a note on the door that said: Open. I turned the knob, and as the door came open, I saw a trail of red, long-stemmed roses, leading to the dining room. When I reached the dining room, the trail of roses continued through the kitchen and all the way to the cozy den where we often chilled and watched TV. This time, however, the TV was not on. The drapes were closed, and numerous scented candles lit up the space. Two portable massage beds were side by side, along with fluffy pillows on top for comfort. Brent was lying on his stomach, with a masseuse standing next to him. A smile was on her face, and as she rubbed her oily hands together, she nudged her head toward the other bed that had a rose on top of it.

  “We thought you’d never get here,” she said. “Mr. Carson was just getting ready to call you.”

  Brent sat up, then laid a white towel across his lap. “I figured you would be late, but I’m glad you’re here. Happy Anniversary, baby. Sorry we won’t be able to make it to the amusement park, but I don’t think you’ll mind because I have an amazing day planned for us. For starters, you’ll have to remove your clothes. Either in here or feel free to use the bathroom.”

  I was totally surprised by all of this. My mouth dropped wide open. The cozy room felt like a spa, and the smell of many sweet fragrances infused the air. I could tell the Chinese woman was a professional, simply because her skin appeared so rich and smooth. And the way she had everything set up let me know she had been at this for quite some time. As for me, I didn’t mind getting naked. I had a model-like figure with curves in all the right places. Brent had seen me naked plenty of times before, and I was so sure that my nakedness wouldn’t be a big deal to the masseuse.

  “I’m fine right here,” I said to Brent while removing my tennis shoes. “But you didn’t have to do this. I seriously thought we were going to an amusement park. I was looking forward to getting on a roller coaster and hearing you scream like a little girl at the top of your lungs.”

  Brent laughed. “We’ll go some other time so I can hear you scream at the top of your lungs. Maybe next weekend, just not today. Today is special. Real special.”

  I wasn’t going to dispute that. This day was special. He was so amazing, and no one had ever surprised me like this before. Brent watched as I started to remove my sweat suit. The masseuse was now a few feet away from him with her back facing us. A towel was thrown over her shoulder. I saw her pick up a bottle and sniff the cream. She squeezed a portion in her hand before rubbing both hands together. As she worked on her magic potion, I was now down to my burgundy silk bra and panties. My breasts were firm, but small. Stomach was flat, hips were wide, and ass was just right. I looked fabulous in almost everything I wore, and when a compliment came from behind me, I swung around to see who it was. There stood a gay man with his hair as straight as mine. His hair, however, flowed midway down his back. The makeup he wore was near perfection, and his ruby-red lips were pursed.

  “Girl, that booty is muaaah. You got that hourglass thingy going on. I take it that ‘fit’ is your middle name.”

  I appreciated his kind words, especially since I worked out faithfully to keep myself feeling good and looking young. All I could do was thank the man, even though I hadn’t a clue who he was or why he was there.

  “You’re so welcome, sweetie,” he said, marching into the room. “Now, go lie down and allow me to make you feel and look even better than you do right now.”

  Of course, I was a little skeptical about this, but I didn’t think that Brent would put me in a situation that he was uncomfortable with. Before I even made it to the bed, he reached out his hand for me to take it.

  “My friend, Jeff, can be a bit blunt at times, but he is going to make you feel like a new woman. I’ll be right here, holding your hand and looking into those beautiful eyes I’ve been thinking about all day.”

  I blushed as Brent pulled my body close to his. He was fully naked, but the towel remained across his lap. I planted a soft kiss on his lips, but when his tongue slipped into my mouth, we indulged in a lengthy kiss, as if no one else was in the room with us.

  “Get it,” Jeff said, clapping his hands and smacking his lips. “As Nelly ol’ fine self says, ‘It’s already gettin’ real hot in herrre.’ I suggest y’all put that lip smacking on hold for now, because Lucy and I do not want to be in this room when wet panties start flying.”

  Brent and I backed away from the intense kiss. He looked at Jeff and shook his head.

  “Jeff, keep the jokes to a minimum, all right? I want you to get down to business and show my beautiful woman why you are considered one of the best in the business.” He looked at Lucy and smiled. “No offense, Lucy.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “None taken, because you have the best in the business working on you today. Jeff can’t touch what I do. That’s why he talks too much. He wants his customers to get distracted by his god-awful jokes.”

  Jeff snapped his fingers, then put his hand on his hip. “Chile, the only thing you can do better than me is fry some rice and make hot braised chicken. As for this masseur thing, I got it on lock. Brent was not mistaken. He knows who to call when he wants the best. So, come here, Sweet Pea. Remove those silky panties and that bra, and let me show you why I am King of the Masseurs. After I’m done, you will be compelled to bow down to me, as Lucy has done in the past.”

  Lucy giggled and remained silent. I looked at Brent. He gave me a nod. I don’t know why, but I felt as if this would be an unforgettable day and night.

  Jeff pranced over to where Lucy was to prepare his magic potion as well. I removed my bra and panties, and after lying on my stomach, I covered my bottom half with a clean white sheet. Brent was on his stomach too. He reached for my hand again.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “No, not really. I’m still kind of full from breakfast. I made omelets for Kendal and me. They were delicious and were filled with lots of meat.”

  “If it was anything like the one you made me a few weeks back, yes, you should be full. Hopefully not too full, because I am going to throw down on dinner for you tonight.”

  Brent could cook, so I was getting more and more excited. “Care to give me any hints?”

  “Nope. My lips are sealed. Just think seafood and you’ll know where I’m going.”

  “It sounds good already. Maybe there will be enough leftovers for me to take Kendal a plate. I doubt that she will get up and cook herself something to eat.”

  “If she gets hungry, she’ll eat. How is she doing anyway?”

  “She’s okay. We had a little disagreement before I left, but that’s becoming the norm in our household.”

  “Well, remember that you’re the adult and she’s the child. Kendal tries to play on your intelligence sometimes. She’s a smart girl, and she tries to get underneath your skin on purpose. Other than that, you have a beautiful daughter who should be praised for being an A student. I wish my students were like her.”

  I wouldn’t dare tell Brent how Kendal truly felt about him, so I switched the subject back to dinner. I was looking forward to it, as well as to anything else he had up his sleeve. He had already topped my one-year anniversary with Malik. He was so darn drunk that he wound up passed out on the couch with vomit on his shirt. We argued the whole day, and, eventually, I left to go shopping. Thinking about him almost ruined the moment. I turned my thoughts back to Brent who had asked Lucy to turn up the soothing jazz music.

  “Just a little,” he said. “Thanks, and I think we’re ready for the two of you now.”

  Jeff strutted over to me with a basket that had oils, creams, and sprays in it.

  “Sweet Pea, just close your eyes and relax. I promise that I won’t touch anything private, but you must know that your luscious little booty got me thinking about something that—”

  “Jeff,” Brent warned. “Don’t go there, man. I don’t want you speaking to my woman like that. You’re making her real uncomfortable.” />
  Jeff flicked his brows and looked at me. “Sweet Pea, am I making you uncomfortable? If I am, please tell me now and I will zip my pretty lips.”

  “I’m not uncomfortable, but I would like for you to stop all the chitchatting and show me why you’re considered the King of Masseurs. That’s all I really care about, because the way Lucy is over there working on Brent, it looks to me as if she is really king.”

  Jeff put me in my place. “Okay, see, now you done started something. I refuse to have you thinking that way, so let me hush my mouth and get down to the real business at hand.”

  Within ten minutes, he made me feel as if I had died and gone to heaven. His hands added the perfect amount of pressure to my body. My eyelids kept fluttering. It felt like I was being hypnotized. Whatever he massaged my body with smelled like coconuts. And with the ceiling fan delivering a cool breeze, all I needed was sand and water to make me feel as if I was on an island.

  “Jeff, I think Sweet Pea is enjoying this,” Brent said. “She won’t even open her eyes and talk to me.”

  “That’s because I’m falling asleep,” I moaned. “This feels soooo good, and his hands . . . His hands are everything.”

  “So, what are you saying? His hands feel better than mine?”

  “Sweet Pea, don’t answer that because he is only going to get his feelings hurt. You know damn well these hands feel better than those rough ones you got. But, girl, go ahead and lie if you must.”

  “I can’t lie,” I confessed. “You are the king, Jeff. Brent, however, is the master.”

  Brent laughed. “I’ll take what I can get. Thanks.”

  I went back into a coma as Jeff scrolled his hands down my back, traveling south. He worked wonders on my legs and thighs. I didn’t mind that he occasionally touched my cheeks.

  “Be careful with those,” Brent mumbled as Lucy had him in a trance too. “And don’t get too happy.”

  “I’ll try not to, but chile, if this buttocks belonged to my man—”

  “Don’t even go there,” Brent said. “We got your point.”

  I blushed and kept my mind focused on the king delivering exactly what he had promised. And when all was said and done, I was sad that my session had come to an end.

  “Wipe those tears, Sweet Pea. I’m going to leave you my contact information. If you ever want to visit the Virgin Islands again, just call me, and I’ll come running.”

  “I need to go there once a week, so please leave your card on the bed. And thank you so much. I really needed that.”

  “Don’t thank me. Thank your man because this is going to set him back a pretty penny. I come, but I don’t come cheap.”

  Brent laughed as he watched Lucy and Jeff pack up their belongings to go. I wasn’t sure how much he’d forked out for this, but it was very worth it. I gave them both tips, but they refused to take it.

  “Everything is already taken care of, Sweet Pea,” Jeff said, air-kissing my cheeks. “Have a nice evening and don’t let Brent get you all sweaty and sticky right away. Try to hold off on the goodies until later. But if you can’t wait, I truly understand.”

  Brent shoved Jeff toward the door. And after Lucy said good-bye to me, Brent walked both of them to the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. His facial features reminded me so much of Morris Chestnut, but body-wise, he wasn’t stacked with muscles. It didn’t bother me one bit, and I was surprised when he started working out with me a few months ago. Within two weeks, he’d lost almost ten pounds. He was down to 210, but he told me his goal was 200. Tonight, I would definitely help him reach his goal by offering a little sexual exercise.

  Brent came back into the den, looking directly at me. I was still sitting on the bed with the sheet wrapped around me.

  “Dinner now or later,” he said, walking in my direction. He stood between my legs with his arms tightened around my waist.

  “Hmmm, let’s see. If we don’t get started on dinner now, what else do you have in mind?”

  “A whole lot, but for now, how about another one of those juicy kisses you always give me.”

  “I can definitely handle that.”

  I leaned in to give Brent a kiss. Our hands started to roam, and after I removed the towel from his waist, he made the sheet from around me disappear. I stood, just to get a feel of his body pressed against mine. My breasts were smashed against his chest, and with a chunk of my ass in his hands, things started to get heated.

  “Let . . . Let’s wait,” he said, backing away from my lips. “Let’s go to the kitchen so you can help me cook. I love when you help me cook, especially when you’re naked.”

  “I don’t mind, but I thought you were supposed to cook me dinner. All I wanted to do is watch.”

  He lifted my hand, kissing the back of it. “You can do that too, but I need your help with the salad. I love the one you made for my lunch that day. It was gone in less than five minutes.”

  I agreed to make the salad, and as we made our way to the kitchen with no clothes on, Brent cranked up the music. We danced a little and couldn’t stop talking about crazy Jeff while we prepared the food. Brent was in the process of making some grilled shrimp, and I was standing by the counter, chopping lettuce for the salad.

  “I didn’t know what to think of him,” I said. “But he is so talented with his hands that I didn’t care how blunt he was.”

  Brent turned off the stove and came over to me. He stood behind me with his arms secured around my waist.

  “Do you really want to talk about talented hands? I can show you a man with talented hands right now.”

  I picked up a leaf of lettuce, popping it into his mouth. He chewed, then lightly bit into the side of my neck. His hands covered my breasts, and as he massaged them together, I closed my eyes. I was so in love with Brent, but I just didn’t know how to say it. More than anything, I wanted him to tell me first. In due time, I assumed that he would say it. I didn’t want to push. This felt so right, and my gut told me that, one day, he would ask me to be his wife. I was ready to be a married woman again. Brent proved to me that we could do this. We got along well, and thus far, we’d had very few disagreements. Arguments never happened between us, and that was because Brent listened to any concerns that I’d had. I guessed with him being a high school teacher, nothing really fazed him. His students gave him hell, but Brent knew how to turn every situation to good, just as he had done with my thoughts of never dating again.

  “How do these hands feel now?” He whispered in my ear as his hand was cuffed over my pussy. His middle finger was dipped into my insides, stirring my juices. “Am I talented too?”

  “Very. Because any man who can make me rain on his finger like you are has major skills.”

  Brent added another finger to the mix, causing me to make the right decision and put dinner on hold. I bent over, and the only thing being served to me, in the moment, was his satisfying dick that made my legs weaken every time he thrusted forward. He held my waist, and as his goods hit the tip of my hotspot, I expressed my enthusiasm for the man in my life.

  “Happy Anniversary, baby!” I shouted. “Thank you for everything, especially for giving me this . . . this orgasm I’m about tooooo—”

  I couldn’t finish the sentence, but he already knew what was coming next. He released his energy with me, and as we dropped to the floor, we quickly cuddled in each other’s arms. Brent planted a delicate kiss on my sweaty forehead.

  “Happy Anniversary to you too,” he said. “And many more to come.”

  I nodded, certainly in agreement with that.

  Chapter Two

  It had been a long day. The customers at the retail chain I worked for had been working my nerves. There was a 50 percent off everything sale, but for some people, 50 percent wasn’t enough. One lady chewed me out about not being able to use her coupon.

  “Ma’am, if I honor your 50-percent-off coupon, that would make the item free. Our store is in no position to give away merchandise for free.”

/>   “First of all, this isn’t your store,” the snippy old woman said. “You just work here, and I doubt that you own any stock in this place. This is bullshit, and I want to speak to the manager, now. I should be able to use this coupon without any questions asked.”

  Lord knows I wanted to go off on this woman who had spit sprinkles flying from her mouth. But in my position, I had to conduct myself with as much professionalism as possible.

  I replied with a smile. “I am the store manager, and there is no one else on duty for you to speak to. If you would like to speak to someone at our corporate office about the policy pertaining to coupons, I’ll be happy to give you a number to call.”

  “Please do. This is ridiculous, and I’ve seen other people using their coupons today.”

  I remained silent as many people in the long lines watched the disrespectful exchange between the woman and me. She snatched the coupon from my hand and had the audacity to call me a “stupid bitch” as she walked off. I continued to smile at her, as well as at the customers who looked at me, shaking their heads. Some of the stares were probably because the long lines hadn’t moved much. But with a sale like today, there wasn’t much that I could do about it.

  Feeling frustrated about the incident and getting real tired of people’s shit, I went through the employees-only entrance and started snatching clothes that needed to be tagged off the racks. I threw them in a pile, and when I almost tripped over a heavy jacket on the floor, I kicked it away from me. I gathered several broken hangers that were on the floor too, growling as I trashed them. The only thing that calmed me down was when one of my coworkers came in the back, looking for a pair of shoes in a particular size. My mood changed fast.

  “I haven’t seen any more of those shoes back here, but you can go check. Another customer inquired the other day about the same shoes, and I remember looking for them.”

  “Okay,” she said. “Thanks, hon. You’re a doll.”

  “Yes, I am. I’m glad someone noticed.”

  A few hours later, things had completely calmed down. I was in my office, looking over an inventory listing that was nearly ten pages. When I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up and saw Brent standing in the doorway. A bundle of roses was in his hand, and the warm smile on his face made me feel a whole lot better.