CHAPTER 7: YOUR SECRET'S SAFE WITH ME

His eyes were like two laser beams burning into my soul. I couldn't take it anymore. “What?” I inquired. 

He just stood there still, assessing me, scanning me with those damn eyes of his and then he spoke. “Why did you run out on our date?” He asked.

“Why didn't you tell them we've met before?” I countered.

“Would you rather I did?”

“Actually, no,” I blurted. “It was my first blind date, and I wasn't expecting someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He asked with eyebrows raised.

“You know, Amelia didn't tell me you were white, and that threw me off. I mean, I've never dated a white guy before. I, much rather prefer men of the same colour as me,” I said, hoping I didn't sound like a bitch.

“Oh, now I see. Are you prejudiced?”

“Of course not. My sister's fiancé is white, and he's remarkable. It's just not my preference.”

“OK I get it,” He smiled.

“So, have you ever been with a black girl? – I mean, dated a black girl,” I corrected.

“I date all different types of women of all shades, colours and sizes. Some were sweet," he chuckled. “And some were bitter.” His eyes shot up to me when he said the last part and I wanted to punch that smug look off his face. 

“You know what. I don't appreciate what you are insinuating. I am not bitter, I'm just cautious of who I let into my —” The dishwasher started to hum, distracting me from my statement. The humming got louder, indicating that it was doing its job. I felt him staring at me still. “What was I saying?" I asked, wanting to pick up where I left off. 

“You were saying, how you are cautious about who you let into your pants," he grinned. 

“I didn't or I wasn't gonna say that," I got angry. “I was explaining that I am selective about who I let into my life, not pants."

“Oh, so you aren't selective about who you let into your pants then?" He raised his brow, looking like a devilish cat, the way he was smiling now. 

“Oh dare you, you asshole," I opened my palm and gave him a hard one across his cheek, my hand stung, and I hope his face was stinging more than my hand. I stepped away. Before I could move, I felt his muscular arm on my wrist. I turned to face him and gasped as his mouth landed on mine.

Our kiss was electrifying. His lips were subtle and tantalizing. His hands stroked my arms leading up to my back as they drew me closer to him. My body reacted to how good his lips felt on mine and as the stubble on his jaw grazed my cheek, I lost it. I needed more. I stroked his back and forearm as his kiss became more urgent. His tongue started probing my lips, seeking entrance to mine, which I gladly granted. I moaned at the sensation his tongue was coaxing from my inside. My breathing became ragged as he cupped my ass and squeezed. I wrapped my legs around him now, messing up the counter I just finished organizing when he settled me on the ceramic counter top. I arched my back when his hands found my breasts and his mouth found my neck. I was wet. I was jolted to reality when my phone rang. Gasping, I pulled away from Michael. I looked at the screen and realized it was Amelia calling. I nervously answered the call, avoiding Mike's eyes.

“Hello Amelia,” I answered, my lips felt numb and swollen and my throat was dry. I jumped from the counter without even acknowledging Michael. 

“Dee, I'll have to take a rain check on going to the club. My mom is not feeling well so I'll have to stay with her.”

“Oh OK,” I said, a little disappointed.

“Dee, don't worry, we'll definitely go out next weekend.”

“OK can't wait. And I hope your mom feels better soon.”

“OK thanks, Dionnah, bye.”

“Bye,” I sighed, then hung up. I shoved the phone into my pocket. Mike was looking at me, puzzled.

“Bad news?” He asked, rubbing the cheek I slapped. 

“That was Amelia. She cancelled our going out.”

“I was looking forward to it,” he smirked

I shrugged. He stepped a little closer to me, making me feel hot. I stepped back a bit. “Look, I don't know what gave you the idea that you could kiss me, but that wasn't appropriate.”

“Oh I'm sorry, I just wanted to know how you tasted,” he said smugly. I looked at him with wide eyes, shocked at his honesty. “I must say you taste exquisite. And I know you liked how I tasted. You say you prefer a man of your colour, but your body's response betrayed you. I wish we didn't stop.” How dare he. What gave him the right to speak to me like this? As I was about to speak, he stepped beside me and leaned into my ear and whispered. “Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.”