His Little Black Book {Short Version}

Chapter 6

Tara groaned and threw the pillow over her head at the sound of her phone ringing. She forgot to turn off the ringer when she got in bed and she was paying the price for it right now. Coming from up under the pillow she looked at her blinds and saw that the sun had not rose yet and her blood began to boil. Who was calling her at this time of the morning? Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she squinted her eyes when she saw who was calling her.

"What the hell do you want?" Her voice still hoarse from waking up.

"Good morning, sunshine," Nathan said brightly through the phone.

"It funny how you say that when the sun itself has not shine yet," she snapped.

Nathan chuckled deeply. "Well I guess today will be filled with dark clouds and gloom," he joked.

"What can I do for you at," she glanced at her alarm clock, "six o'clock in the morning?"

He groaned. "You can come over and start our day by cooking me breakfast in bed, naked."

Tara shook her head and giggled. "I'll be right over."

Nathan didn't know what to say to that. He didn't expect her to agree to her coming over and cooking naked for them. The vision of her flipping pancakes while he watched her plump ass scurrying around in his kitchen was a sight that he wanted to see.

"Forreal?" Nathan asked. He just wanted to make sure she was serious because he was about to unlock his front door and wait for her to open her door. He wondered what she looked like in the morning. Imagining her in skimpy pajamas and her hair everywhere on her pillow. The thought of her walking up next to him was a sight that he wanted to see.

She laughed and sat up in her bed. "No, Nathan," she said sternly, "I'm not. Now what do you want?"

Disappointment was all Nathan felt at that moment. "I'm going to get you back for that," he promised. "Change of plans. We are leaving for Miami at eight o'clock."

"Wait, what?!" She exclaimed, looking back at her alarm clock. Getting up from the bed she ran to the corner of her room where her Gucci suitcase was; a gift from her sister back in New Jersey. "That's too early!"

"Sorry babe," he said. "My father needs to borrow my private plane for a very important business meeting. And seeing as though we are going to Miami for pleasure, I just made a couple of calls for the plane to be ready early."

"Private?" Tara questioned, looking through some more boxes that had her clothes and shoes in them. "Why can't we just take a regular plane or something?"

"Because, I like to be on my own time, so be ready in an hour," he told her.

Tara opened her mouth to reply back to him, but Nathan hung up not giving her time to. "No this man did not just hang up in my face," she said to herself. That was one pet peeve that she just couldn't get over.

Going out of her bedroom, she went to get her a face cloth and towel to take a shower. After doing so, she brushed her teeth and then came out of the steamy bathroom feeling more refreshed but still a little tired. She oiled her body with her favorite lotion and began to put her close on. Her dark denim jeans was close-fitting while her yellow low cut v-neck blouse was showing off cleavage. Looking in the mirror and started to put her hair in a messy bun, when she heard her doorbell.

Grabbing her phone, she looked at the time and shook her head. She still had at least fifteen minutes but she knew who was on the other side of the door. When opened the door, Nathan gave her a quick peck on the lips and entered, making her step aside

Tara rolled her eyes. "Well come on in," she said sarcastically. "Please, do make yourself home."

Nathan looked over his shoulder. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble," he told her. "Are you ready?"