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  “All the things you heard about me made you think I was dumb?”

  “No. No, that’s not it at all. I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “Tell me how you meant it, then.” He leaned back in his chair and waited for an answer.

  “Well … ”

  “Why aren’t you looking me in the face?”

  Debra couldn’t look him in the face because of fantasies she’d had. But she couldn’t tell him that. Usually Scorpios were good at hiding emotions, but her face hinted of guilt. “Mr. Lovett …”

  “It’s okay. People doubted me my whole life; I’m use to it,” his voice rose. “They doubted my cousin, too, and now he’s out in L.A. making moves.”

  She cleared her throat. “All I was saying is—”

  “I’ll see you Monday.” He stood up and sarcastically said, “Have a good weekend.”

  He walked out.

  Debra stared at the door, trying her best to figure out what just happened. One minute she was talking about his work, the next minute he was asking about her personal life, the next minute he was gone. I think I hurt his feelings, she said to herself. Seeing flashes of his sensitive side made her curious— more curious than she already was. She already wanted to know basic things like: What size is penis? Is he a two-minute man or a marathon man in bed? Are his orgasms silent or loud? Now she wondered who Jameer Lovett really was. What made him tick? And why did seeing him get upset turn her on?

  Late that night Debra awoke with an insatiable craving for something sweet: key lime pie, lemon pound cake and icecream, or Jameer would do. In addition to her cravings, her breasts felt tender, and she had been feeling hornier than usual. She knew it was close to that time of month. She felt clammy and hot inside, heat flashes were another monthly symptom of hers. To cool down, she slipped out of her panties and Mickey Mouse T-shirt, opting to sleep in the nude. Maybe she could fall back to sleep.

  Fifteen minutes later she was still awake, staring at the numbers on her digital clock: 10:52PM. 10:52PM on a Friday night and she was in bed. Back in the days, she would be getting ready to hit the club. She rolled on her back. Every little sound seemed ten times louder than usual. The crickets outside sounded like an orchestra. The cars driving by sounded like trains. Even with those miscellaneous noises, her room still seemed lonely—and Scorpios didn’t like being alone. She had gotten use to it, but around this time of the month it bothered her. If she could just get to sleep she would be fine. A good, body-rocking orgasm would knock her out for the night. But she tried to avoid any sexual thoughts; it would only make matters worse. Instead, she counted backwards from one hundred. By the time she reached the seventies, her eyes were fluttering.

  Seventy-eight … Seventy-sev … Seventy-si …

  She yawned twice and off to dreamland she went.

  A noise from her squeaky bedroom door woke her an hour into her slumber. Standing in the doorway was a shadowy male figure. He stood motionless with his arms folded. She jumped from the pillow, covering her breasts with the sheets.

  “Who are you?” she asked. “How did you get pass the alarm?” The figure stepped forward. Looking harder, she realized it was Jameer. “Shhh,” he said. “It’s the middle of the night, why you talking so loud?”

  “How did you get in my house?” “The front door, how else?”

  “What do you want?”

  “Do you always sleep naked?” “Answer me!”

  “I want what you want … ” He smiled and took off his shirt. “Leave!”

  “That’s not what you want . . . ” He loosened his belt, dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. “Playtime is over,” he said, walking closer to the bed. “I know what you really want.” His body was more muscular than she had imagined. And that big trophy hanging between his thighs sent lustful thoughts through her mind. “Touch it. You know you want to.”

  She bit her top lip. He looked good and tasty, thick and juicy—just what she liked. It took all she had to keep from attacking him.

  “I said touch it!” Using his lower muscles, Jameer bounced his manhood up and down, enticing her to take it into her hands, mouth, or wherever else. Seeing his “talent” was all it took. In one motion, she pulled him to her face, taking as much of him in her mouth as possible, grabbing his butt for leverage. She feasted on him while he stroked her hair, smiling with pleasure as her head moved as if bobbing for apples. Using her warm tongue, she made spiral designs up, down, and around his crown. She trapped it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, pressed her lips together and squeezed. Every time he moaned, she got wetter. Every time he groaned, she licked, slurped, and sucked harder.

  “Mmm gooood … ” she moaned. With a loud popping sound, she removed her lips and looked at him. His facial expression, squinted eyes, and open mouth begged for more, though he said nothing. She took a deep breath and returned to her post.

  “Look at you. So greedy.” He smiled. “Unh huh … ” she mumbled.

  He felt a bubbling sensation building in his abdomen. Debra sucked with great determination, as if charming it out of him against his will. His muscles constricted as he buckled forward. Grabbing her head, he tried to push her away. She refused. She would not move until she was ready. He grunted, cursed, shook his head while the pressure seeped downward, swelling in his loins.

  “That’s enough!” He snatched himself from her wet mouth before her job was done. He pulled up his pants.

  “Where are you going? Don’t leave!” “Bye.”

  “Don’t leave … don’t leave … don’t l—”

  Debra opened her eyes and looked around the room. The bedspread was laying on the floor; her pillows were sideways. The clock read: 1:17AM. She put a hand on her forehead. She was hot and sweaty, and her thighs were moist. The dream seemed so real, she smacked her lips to see if she tasted anything unusual.

  * * *

  Debra never understood the weather in Orlando. An hour ago the sun shined brightly; now it was pouring rain. When would it stop? Why was it ruining her Saturday night? If she had a man, it would be fine. The sound, smell, feel, and even the sight of rain used to put her in a relaxed and often sexual state of mind. To distract herself, she sipped a little wine. During a brief moment of insanity, she scrolled through the few male telephone numbers in her cell phone. She had deleted most of her old flame’s numbers because she didn’t want temptations during her abstinence kick. Besides, they were old flames for a reason— they were no good. If she could get some without dealing with them she would, but there was no way to do that. And she would have to talk to them. What torture that would be. She didn’t feel like hearing the customary I miss yous, the come back to mess, the you’re the best thing to ever happen to mes, or the I didn’t realize what I hads. All she wanted was sex. Couldn’t they understand that? She didn’t want to get back together; she didn’t want to hang out, didn’t want to go anywhere with them—she just wanted sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. She loved how the word sounded in her mind. Just like men, sometimes women just wanted sex and nothing else. But if she let them feel the bedroom sting of the Lady Scorpio again, they would assume they were back in her life. They would think it would be a regular thing. That meant more drama and she would end up pissed, especially if she didn’t get off. She set the phone aside; it wasn’t worth it. Being a do-it-yourselfer still had its appeal. Recently she had purchased a new sex toy. It was neon green and it glowed in the dark. Tonight would be a good night to try it out.

  Her toy hid on the top shelf of her walk-in closet. She had to stand on her tip-toes to reach it. It looked like it would be fun. She imagined all the things she could do with it. As her mind drifted, Jameer peeked through her blouses hanging on the rack. He was completely naked and fine.

  “Peek-a-boo!”

  “Oh my god, Jameer! You almost made me piss in my pants.” “Sorry, baby.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  He came from behind the blouses. “You … ”

  He kissed her
before she could reply. As horny as she was, she didn’t resist. He moved so fast, she didn’t have time even if she wanted. Their tongues moved wildly, licking each other’s lips, noses, cheeks, chins. They didn’t discriminate.

  “Baby, you don’t know how horny I am,” Jameer said.

  “No, you don’t know how horny I am!” Debra’s clothes slid off effortlessly as if her skin were made of Teflon. Jameer took a few seconds to admire her body before lifting her up and pinning her against the closet wall. He was stronger than she had imagined; his body wedged between her legs, his hands under her butt, all of his weight pushing against her. She squirmed when the cool wall touched her naked back, but she heated up quickly.

  “Boy, if you don’t hurry up and give it to me, I’m going to, I’m going to … ”She didn’t know what she would do, but he had better give it to her. And he did. His manhood burned so hot, he had to extinguish it inside of her—immediately. She squealed when the tip reached her, and moaned when the rest followed. The power in his thrusts along with his guttural grunting was the barbaric savagery that made her curse and scream. Hopefully the neighbors didn’t hear. They might have called the police, thinking she was being assaulted. An assault was taking place—a full frontal assault by Jameer. With both arms wrapped around him, she felt the tension in his back muscles flexing and contracting. How he managed to thrust so many times and still have the strength to keep her pinned surprised her. She was speechless. Neither of them spoke, their actions spoke; for them. And how in the world was he hitting her spot every single time? Ecstasy was inevitable. It arrived with the force of a monsoon blowing through her body. Closing her eyes hard, savoring each stroke, she screamed so loud, she may have awakened the entire subdivision. When her eyes opened, she was against the closet wall. Alone, breathing heavy, with her new glow-in-the-dark sex toy in hand.

  She shook her head, rubbing the hairs on the back of her neck. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” No longer did guilt plague her mind. She wasn’t ashamed of anything. The Lady Scorpio was a grown woman with grown woman needs. She would satisfy them by any means, fulfilling her desires however she wanted, as many times as she pleased. That’s right. Once she gained her breath, she prepared to let Jameer work his magic again.

  On the edge of the bed, she sat twirling her neon toy to a ballad playing on the radio. The Quiet Storm always set the mood. She lit a single aromatherapy candle, placed it in the center of the dresser. It released a mild earthy fragrance that soothed the mind. It added to the ambiance she created. After the rough and rugged session in the closet, her goal was to finish the night in a romantic environment, mellow and cozy. Using her sex toy, she seductively guided it from her lips, to her breasts, abdomen, and finally her inner thighs.

  “Mmm, Jameer … ” she moaned, summoning him to join her. “I love it when you touch me like that … ”

  She teased herself with the neon tip while Jameer softly caressed her breasts. Last time he was aggressive; this time he was smooth and sensual. “You look so sexy. I want to watch you,” he said, looking at the sex toy between Debra’s legs.

  Biting her lip, she looked at him while standing naked, skin silhouetted by candle light. “… You do?”

  He put his lips on hers and whispered, “I do.”

  She slid to the center of the bed to give herself more room. He moved beside her for a front row seat. Debra placed her neon toy in her mouth and worked her tongue around the tip, down the sides, moaning and cooing as if it were real. The way she cut her eyes at Jameer gave him second thoughts about being in the audience—he wanted to be a part of the show. Every time he reached for her, she playfully smacked his hand.

  “No … you wanted to watch, so watch me, baby … ”

  His manhood saluted instantaneously, but sooner or later, he knew, he would be satisfied. So he watched, horny and hard.

  And watched. Gritted his teeth. And watched.

  Now the sex toy had sunken deeper into her moistness. She pleased herself many times before but never felt so aroused. Jameer was the reason. He looked at her liked she was the most desirable object on earth. It had been a while since she’d last felt that way. She thought of him and the mind-blowing things they would do tonight.

  Jameer reached for her again.

  “Not yet!” She wouldn’t allow him to touch her just yet, so he did the next best thing: touched himself.

  “Mmmm … ” he sighed, switching his eyes between her face, the sex toy, and the solidness between his legs. He squeezed himself to release the pressure. When he let go, it returned. He looked impatient, couldn’t wait any longer. In quick motions, he began stroking himself to the pinnacle of passion. Debra became as excited watching him as he did her. Her hand flickered between her legs in exact unison with Jameer’s hand. Together they pleased themselves, racing toward sexual nirvana. Simultaneously they expelled liquid lust on their hands and sheets. When it was over, Debra let her toy soak in her juices, imagining it was Jameer, just as she had imagined him being there. But he wasn’t, never had been. It was only soft music, one candle, and a relaxed yet puzzled, Lady Scorpio present. What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep fantasizing about him? she questioned herself. I have to do something about this.

  * * *

  Debra stayed in her office all Monday morning. It gave the appearance of working diligently; however, she spent most of the time with her head in her hands and asking herself question after question: Do I really want Jameer, or is this a subconscious reaction to being sexless? Why is he in my head? Is this drought worse than I thought? What if my coworkers found out about this? What would they think? The whole situation had bugged her all weekend, especially after the dream she’d had. Something had to be done. Stopping the meetings with him was the only thing she could think of. As a professional, she felt it was the best thing to do. If he was out of sight, he would be out of mind. She planned on telling him as soon as he came to her office today.

  Like clockwork, he walked in at 11:45am.

  “Mr. Lovett, about last week … I’m sorry about what hap—” He cut her apology short. “Don’t worry about it, Ms. Clark.

  How was your weekend?” “It was okay.”

  “Catch up on that sleep you’ve been missing?”

  “Not like I wanted to. We need to talk, Mr. Lovett.” “Okay.”

  “There’s no need to check in with me anymore,” she said without hesitation. “You seem to be fitting in with no problem.”

  “It’s only been a week.”

  “I know but … I just feel it’s the best thing to do.”

  Jameer looked suspiciously at her. “Am I missing something? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

  “No, that’s it.” “Sure?”

  She sighed. “Some inappropriate behavior has gone on between us. I should’ve stopped it immediately.”

  “What are you talking about? Are you talking about the comments I made?”

  “Yes. I mean, no. I mean, sort of. Look, if you need help with anything, let me know. But these meetings aren’t necessary.”

  “I brought you something.” He handed her a small gift bag.

  “What is it?” “Look and see.”

  Debra looked in the bag and pulled out a small bottle. “What is this?”

  “Ginseng tea.”

  “Ginseng tea? What’s it for?”

  “It gives you energy, and it’s good for your mind, body…and your sex life … ”

  “Why are you giving it to me?”

  “Well, you looked so tired last time I saw you, I figured I’d help you out.”

  She handed the bottle back to him. “Thanks, but no th—” “Keep it. I sure don’t need it. I have plenty of energy and my

  sex life is all good!”

  “See, that’s the very behavior I’m talking about, Mr. Lovett. That comment was completely uncalled for.”

  “Ah, come on. You’re a grown woman; you can handle it.” “That’s not the point. This is a professional environment.”
“You’re human just like me, right?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “You get horny just like me, right?” “Mr. Lovett, that’s enough!”

  “Call me Jameer from now on. Now do you or don’t you?” “I have no response for that.”

  “Don’t worry. I know you do. I see how you look at me.” Debra sat up in her chair. “What on earth are you talking about, Mr. Lov—Jameer?”

  “We’re not little kids. I don’t care if you look at me. I look at you too.”

  The office seemed to get hotter. Debra took a deep breath. If there was a way to hide under her desk without looking stupid, she would. “This conversation isn’t going like I planned …”

  “I see you didn’t deny it. You do look at me!”

  She stood up from the desk. “You can go now, Mr. Lovett.” “Jameer!”

  “You can go now, Jameer.”

  “I thought you were the type of woman that could handle her business. I guess I was wrong.”

  “If only you knew … ” she mumbled, tuning out everything he said after that. She floated away to her own world. Understanding what had been happening to her lately was still a mystery. She liked researching and mystery-solving, but this was one she couldn’t crack. How did she just let him dominate the conversation? When it came to men, she controlled the conversations, she controlled the relationships. The odd thing was that they didn’t even realize it. That was the key: make them think they ran the show when, in actuality, she did. Sometimes being the dominant mate was tiring. Although she would never admit it to anyone, deep down she wondered how the submissive role felt. How did it feel to be controlled? She received a quick taste when Jameer had her fumbling over her words. It made her uncomfortable. It was also shocking. No man had put her in her place in a long time. Most were afraid of a “woman’s wrath”. Jameer didn’t seem fazed. He had a domineering personality that probably carried over into bed. He probably yelled out commands like a drill sergeant: Faster! Slower! Left! Right! What would it really be like? Debra wondered as her imagination took over.

  “Get over here!” Jameer demanded. “Yes, Jameer, my Nubian king.”