authoritative, English-schoolteacher-like, and yet, there was a sweetness to how she sounded. On top of that, she had a touch of street when she cursed, and all the pretenses went away.
There’s so much she has to learn. There’s so much I could do with her… She has so much fucking potential. She’s open… She could be the one. No instant love here, but definite instant attraction. But it still lingers… That means something.
He enjoyed her deep gazes, and the desire in her purr. How long has it been since I had her? A month? No… much longer, closer to two.
He grabbed the phone and dialed his office.
“Hi, Mr. Rossellini. I thought you were off today, honey?” his personal assistant said.
“Yeah, I am, but I need somethin’.”
“Sure. What can I help you with?”
“I’m looking for a number, Julia, a fellow attorney.”
“Is she in the Chicago area?”
“Yeah, this is local. Her name is, uh… shit, hold on.” He searched his memory bank. I could always call Taz and ask what the lady’s last name was. As long as I give her the date of our appointment, she could look it up, but I don’t want to have to call Julia back. Shit. Damn it, I know this! What was her last name? He closed his eyes, pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead and thought hard. It was like Jasmine, I mean, Yasmine the princess. I mean the one from Aladdin… I remember that part, but the last name….
“Mr. Rossellini? Are you still there?”
“Yeah… hold tight.” Crown. No. Princess? Queen? King? Prince! THAT’S IT! “I got it. Yasmine Prince is her name.”
“All right. Let’s see here.” He could hear Julia typing. “Found her! Are you ready to jot down her number down or do you just want me to text it to you?”
“Just tell me. I’ll remember it.”
“That’s right, Mr. Steel Trap Memory.” The lady laughed. “It’s 312-550-3081.”
“Got it. Thanks, Julia. Don’t work too hard. Try to have a good weekend.”
“I will, thank you, Mr. Rossellini.” He ended the call and headed to the walk-in closet, one of his favorite parts of the house. His suits were hanging neatly, all the ties and shoes organized just so. To the right was a massive chest of drawers and a hanging area for various get-ups he’d wear to The Cage. The space was outfitted with two floor-to-ceiling mirrors, built-in speakers, and bright, fluorescent lighting.
This apartment was all that for him. He’d moved in right after his promotion and felt like a damn king within those walls.
He took his time trying to decide which shirt to put on.
“Alexa, call 312-550-3081.” He slid on his black boxer briefs while the dial tone played. By the fourth ring, he’d slid on a pair of jeans, too.
“Hello, you’ve reached Attorney Yasmine Prince. I am unable to take your call right now. If this is an urgent matter, please call 312-550-4523 to reach the main office and ask for Mike Prussia. Otherwise, leave your name and number after the tone and I will get back with you as soon as possible. Thank you and have a great day.”
“Yasmine, this is Raze… I mean…” He grinned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nixon. It’s Nixon Rossellini. We, uh, had an adventure.” He began to walk around a black and white chaise in his closet, sliding his finger along the Cherrywood varnish of the arms as he admired it so. “It was a couple or so months back. I’m sure you remember.”
Flashes of her silky thighs around his waist as he drilled deep within her flooded his mind. “Look, I’ve been thinkin’ about you lately.” He casually returned to his shirts, thumbed through a few more, and snatched a light blue one off a black velvet hanger. He put it on. “I thought we were going to have an encore. Let’s get together and make that happen. Maybe tonight or tomorrow? Whatever your schedule permits. You can hit me back at 312-442-5499. Talk to ya soon. Alexa, disconnect.” He slipped on a pair of silk socks and his loafers, then made his way back into the bathroom to comb his hair. Meanwhile, he wondered what the hell was going on with him.
I’m all in my head, today. Like this is really ridiculous. Tex calls me, we start talking about double dating, I get in the shower and smell the soap, the music is playing and bam! I think about this lady again! I can’t get her out of