Truth

Comfort

His request stopped me in my tracks; I was more shocked about his innocent request than his seductive advances, the words were genuine. I wrapped my arms around him as he rested his head in my bosom-my hands rubbing the small of his back ; with him so close I could now smell the alcohol seeping through his skin. He was a little tipsy; but not drunk I looked down at the man in my arms -he looked so peaceful at rest. A smile formed at the corner of his lips as he tightened his grip around my waist.

I soon found myself spooning him; our hearts beating in sync - a cold wind blew causing me to ease out of his tight grip to get a few towels; my eyes eventually found the sofa bed and I found a way to gently ease him into it. Tonight I would be a mother bear; I would be his guardian angel and hopefully keep the night terrors away. I was jolted out of my makeshift bed making by his gentle groans; he slowly opened his eyes - his face perplexed.

" You're still here?" he grumbled incoherently

"You asked me to cuddle you and I did."

"I must have been a little drunk"

"Oh you were"

He grinned sheepishly- running his hand through his hair; " Thank you"

I stifled a yawn; " Its no problem"

"Why are you so nice to me Jai?"

I paused- I myself could not even explain and my mind was getting foggy , I felt my eyes droop and my limbs become heavy; before I knew it I was falling.

When I awoke I was in a rather large- rather comfortable bed; My former clothes were hung on a hanger on the wardrobe in front of me. The room was expensive looking- I smelt eggs and groggily made my way towards the food; as I surrendered to the prodding of my grumpy stomach.

" Good morning baby girl" I gazed at the figure in front of me; he was shirtless - wet from a recent shower and clad in nothing but a towel- his skin glistened in the sunlight , his muscles flexed as he flipped the eggs over causing his body to move in a pleasant wave like motion. Who was this hunk of man and why was he here as a matter of fact ; why was I here ?

My mind was definitely cloudy but the nice looking tattooed man seemed friendly; I decided I liked him and I told him so of course.

"I like you; and your tattoos." I giggled like a ten year old with her first crush , the brain fog had seemed to cause temporary drunkenness. 

He turned to look at me; his face full of fatherly concern; "Did you drink anything strange last night?"

It was at this point that my mind decided to begin its boot up process, it began with a splitting headache and ended with me stating the obvious; "You know you look a lot like Chris Brown."

He chuckled as he leaned over the marble counter; "That's probably because I am him "

I let out a hearty belly laugh at this; the brain fog had obviously decided to take its cool time. I glanced at him my eyes scanning his features carefully; it was at that point that the brain registered the magnitude and awkwardness of the situation. I suddenly felt quite light headed and queasy ,the butterflies in my stomach decided to flutter with a vengeance. 

I stepped back from the table slowly; the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together, I looked down at my clothes and realized I was in a large white t-shirt and nothing else. I gave him a startled look

" No we did not have sex, you feel asleep and I did the nice thing and bought you here- I slept on the couch."

I tugged at the t-shirt still wanting answers

"I had the maid get you out of your dirty clothes."

I breathed a sigh of relief and gave him a genuine smile; I was now giddy with appreciation and glad to be alive and not hurt - in my glee I rushed to give him a warm hug, my arms fixed snuggly around his body and my large frizzy afro resting under his chin. 

I felt my body tingle with delight as he returned my hug with equal snugness ,he ran his fingers through my hair. I struggled to prevent myself from cooing or so I thought -

" Are you seriously purring ?" he gazed down in amusement

I pulled away quickly; suddenly I felt very shy and embarrassed - I cleared my throat attempting to bring some professional order to my chaotic emotions.

"Did you bring my bag up with me by any chance." my tone was crisp, clear and blunt I could no longer fraternize; I had crossed that line too far for my liking as it stood.

"It's in the wardrobe, why?"

" My overnight kit happens to be in there ; thank you very much for your hospitality- but if it is possible I'd like to utilize your shower and then take my leave." my tone remained professional- never mind that my eyes had become fixated with his towel or that in my mind I pictured it falling off.

His eyes followed mine; he gripped the towel tighter - unintentionally revealing the outline of his generously bestowed package. " You can go right ahead ; when you enter your room there's one first door on the left."

I managed to tear my eyes away long enough to thank him before I turned on my heel and made my way up the stairs; I felt his eyes fixed on my curves- and turned around coyly. He leaned against the counter seductively; purposely playing with his towel, I felt my cheeks turn bright red- my nipples hardened beneath the sheer t-shirt as his eyes stared at my chest with intent.

"What's wrong baby girl; curiosity got you hot and bothered ?" he smirked at me mischievously 

It made no sense to deny the obvious ; "I find you attractive, you already know this." my words were spoken softly but with intent; I really was curious and to be frank I was also a tad horny. 

I watched as his cheeks flushed; he grinned sheepishly - his eyes still fixed on my ample chest. "I find you attractive too."

I was taken a back by his coy behavior ; My heart pounded and I could feel my panties gradually become damp- my knees were suddenly weak.

He smiled knowingly at me; "Go take a cold shower baby girl", I growled in quiet frustration as I hurriedly made my way up the stairs. 

I tossed the t-shirt on to the bed in a fury as I dragged off my clothing; I was eager to regain focus . " I am a professional not a hoochie" I muttered this mantra to myself as I furiously lathered my skin; I needed to wash this sinful lust away.