All Up In My Business (23 page)

Alexis’s eyes shot up to meet his. “Why’d you call me that?”

Toussaint shrugged. “That’s what I call you late at night,
when I’m thinking of you and wishing you were with me. It just slipped out. Do you mind?”

“No, I like it, actually. My dad nicknamed me that.”

“I wish I’d met your father so I could thank him for making you.”

Alexis smiled.

“And so he’d know that I’d fallen in love with his baby girl.”

Alexis swallowed, her heart so full that she could barely breathe.
He loves me?
“How can you say that? We haven’t even been intimate.”

“That’s how I know. These feelings don’t have anything to do with sex, Lexy, although I do want to sex you, real,
real
good.”

“What about Shyla? And the other women? I don’t do casual relationships, Toussaint, and I don’t share. Have you ever been monogamous?”

“No, but I can be.”

“If you’ve never been, how do you know?”

Toussaint reached out and took her hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it. “I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never told another woman. If we make this official, this dating thing, you’ll be the only woman. I won’t be with anyone else. You have my word.”

“Sorry, Toussaint, but I have to take this call. Talk later?”

“For sure.” Toussaint smiled as he hung up the phone, giddy with the variety of surprises he had in store for Alexis St. Clair, including the five-carat bracelet of pink and yellow diamonds that he was picking up at Tiffany in Beverly Hills. Soon, however, Toussaint would discover that when it came to planning surprises, he wasn’t the only one.

*   *   *

“Hey, pretty lady, I thought that was you.” Coming back from the restroom, Bobby had spotted Shyla in the bar area of the restaurant.

Shyla barely looked up as she swirled the wine in her glass. She’d left the office shortly after Ace and Zoe, depressed that they were on their way to LA without her. “Bobby.”

“Aw, baby, what’s brought that ugly frown to such a beautiful face? Tell me who it is so I can kick his ass.”

Shyla almost smiled and then realized Bobby’s comment meant that she was wearing her feelings on her sleeve. That was something Shyla Martin couldn’t afford to do, especially anywhere near her place of employment. True, she worked in this restaurant’s executive offices, but this was close enough for jazz. “Aren’t you still on the clock?” she asked, her voice harsher than intended.

“I’m on break, but you’re right. I probably should get back in the kitchen. Where I belong.” Bobby was all too aware of Shyla’s position in the company and that she wasn’t one to be messed with or taken lightly. “I hope I didn’t offend you by calling you beautiful. Just a fact, you know, not meant to sound like I’m flirting or being disrespectful.” When she didn’t answer, Bobby turned to leave. “You take care, Shyla, all right?”

Shyla drained her wineglass.
What was I thinking, to come here of all places? As if doing so would take my mind off of the fact that Toussaint is probably screwing Zoe right now
. “That’s all right,” Shyla murmured, sliding off the barstool and heading out the door. Her travel agent hadn’t been able to fly her out today without it costing an arm and a leg.
But tomorrow night, Toussaint, I will be back where I belong—in your bed
.

45

“I
s this your first time on a private plane?” Alexis asked as she waited with Zoe in the private lounge. She’d been pleasantly surprised by the down-to-earth nature of the woman she’d just met, given that her only other encounter with a Livingston employee had been with Shyla, whom she’d met with Toussaint by chance at Taste of Soul.

“Yes,” Zoe giggled, happy that she and Diane Livingston wouldn’t be the only females on the trip. She got along with her boss’s wife well enough, but then again, Diane was the boss’s wife.

“Mine too.” Alexis smiled as she swirled the straw in her banana smoothie. “What a way to start my vacation!”

Zoe stopped digging through her purse, the lipstick she looked for forgotten. “Vacation?” She’d assumed that Alexis was here on business, a consultant of some kind—public relations or research. “You’re not here to work?”

Belatedly, Alexis realized she’d said too much. But it was too late to put the cat back in the bag. She was on a business trip with him for goodness’ sake, with his uncle, aunt, and coworkers. Why was she trying to keep it a secret? Soon, everyone would know that she was Toussaint’s woman. Alexis realized she liked the sound of that. “No,” she said slowly after
digesting the implications of that singular answer. “I’m here as Toussaint’s guest.”

“Oh.” Zoe returned to digging in her bag, searching for the nonchalant attitude she needed to put on her face. With Shyla out of the picture, Zoe had assumed the coast was clear. Instead, she realized, she’d be dealing with yet another admirer.

Alexis watched as Zoe’s energy shifted. It was subtle but definite.
Oh, no. Her too? Is there any woman under sixty not attracted to this man?

“I’m sorry.” Zoe pulled a tube of lipstick from her purse and opened it while smiling at Alexis. “It’s none of my business. I’m just surprised. This being a business trip and all. I just assumed—”

“No worries,” Alexis responded. “This is a new experience for me too.”

The uncomfortable moment passed, and the two women chatted amicably. Zoe very much wanted to dislike Alexis but found herself warming to the woman who’d pulled herself up by her bootstraps and made a name for herself in the world of interior designing. Unlike Shyla, Alexis was successful, but relatable; she didn’t put on airs. She had a quiet, unexpected sense of humor and a subtle accent that came through when she lowered her voice. By the time the Livingstons arrived, along with yet another surprise—business development manager Drake Benson—Alexis felt she may have found a confidant, and Zoe believed she’d met a friend.

Several hours later, the party of six—Ace, Diane, Toussaint, Alexis, Drake, and Zoe—sat around a large table at their first research spot: M&M Restaurant. They’d been seated by a cheery hostess and had placed their beverage orders. The air was casual, but Toussaint’s business mind whirled as he took in the clean yet average surroundings. His body fairly hummed with excitement as he envisioned a hip Taste of Soul spot, the sounds of soul music pulsating through a dining room that
sparkled with brass, crystal, and white linen. Finger-licking-good food would be served by waiters and waitresses with down-home charm.

“What are you having?” Diane asked Alexis. “Hmmm, I think I’ll start with the barbeque hot links. But the wings sound good too. I’m hungry, which is probably why everything on here is making my mouth water!”

Diane laughed, intrigued at the woman Toussaint had dared bring along on a business trip. Not that such actions were unheard of—she knew that sometimes other managers brought along a spouse or significant other depending on the trip locale—but for the last year or so, Diane hadn’t seen Toussaint publicly with anyone but Shyla. While staying at her home, Candace had mentioned both her concern and relief that Toussaint was still single—concern because she believed it was time for him to settle down, and relief because at least if he wasn’t married, he didn’t have to deal with the ramification of cheating on one’s spouse. But Candace had mentioned how steady things were with Toussaint and Shyla. Diane doubted her sister-in-law knew about this gorgeous chocolate-drop, dreadlocked sistah now sitting beside her.

“What are you all having?” Alexis asked the table at large. “I think I’ll try their hot wings,” Zoe responded. “I’m curious about these oysters,” Diane murmured, her mind focused on the menu.

“Why don’t we order everything?” Toussaint suggested. “That way we can sample it all.”

Soon, the table was laden with some of M&M’s finest cuisine: chicken, both smothered and fried; beef short ribs; meat loaf; liver and onions; and oxtails, a menu item that Ace had to admit impressed him.

“They’re falling off the bone, man. Gotta give it to ‘em,” Ace said as he wiped his fingers with a napkin. “Ribs can’t touch ours, though. That special injection and marinating process we do? They don’t know nothing about that there.
How’s that succotash?” he asked Diane while reaching a fork into her food.

“I guess that’s a moot question,” she said with mock sarcasm as she waited for Ace to taste the forkful he’d taken from her plate. “Pretty good, huh?”

The conversation continued, centered mainly around the food that was being consumed. When Ace’s and Toussaint’s focus turned to business, Zoe, Diane, and Alexis discussed shopping and plans to visit the famed garment district before leaving LA. Having learned her lesson earlier, Alexis let Zoe and Diane take the lead in conversation. She didn’t want to spill any more information, like the fact that she and Toussaint wouldn’t be flying back with the others, but rather were taking a later, commercial flight instead. At the moment she thought this, she looked up and found Toussaint’s eyes boring into her. He smiled and winked surreptitiously before swirling a piece of corn muffin into the gravy on his plate. He ate the bite and then licked his fingers while glancing at Alexis again.

Alexis fought against squirming, having become hot as she clearly got his message. Later on, he planned to sop her up, just like that.

46

“I
’m stuffed,” Alexis announced as she swept past the door that Toussaint had opened and entered their spacious hotel suite. “I can’t believe we ate all that food!”

Toussaint walked over to Alexis, took her in his arms, and kissed her senseless. “Hmmm,” he said once he’d come up for air. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.” He turned Alexis around and began kneading her shoulders. “You know what else I want to do?”

“What?” Alexis giggled as Toussaint’s finger hit a sensitive spot on her back.

“I want to get you out of these.” Toussaint jiggled her pants. “And I want to see all of this.” He sculpted her body with his hands while placing feathery kisses at the nape of her neck. “But you’re not ready.” He buried his nose in her vanilla-scented hair before stepping back and turning her around. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued. “Please, Alexis, can I have you tonight?”

Alexis didn’t reply. When she walked a few steps away from him, Toussaint’s heart sank. He knew what she was afraid of—his past, all of the women—and couldn’t blame her for how she felt. He understood that guarding her heart was as much about her father’s sudden death as it was about hurt from past
relationships. He knew this, but it didn’t make him feel any better. No, he knew that the only thing that could help him now was burying his throbbing penis into Alexis’s honeypot and loving her all night long. He was ready for commitment. Until he met her, he hadn’t realized he’d tired of life in the fast lane. How could he make her understand?

Alexis’s next actions showed him that he already had. She pulled the knit top he’d fingered earlier over her head. Tous-saint’s mouth watered as he beheld the chocolate globes bubbling over a beige lace bra. Her eyes locked with his as she reached for the zipper on the side of her slacks, unzipped it, and after maneuvering the fabric over her curvy hips, let the pants fall to a puddle at her feet. Toussaint’s eyes darkened with desire. A smile flitted across her face. He thought that with her conservative nature, she’d wear bikini underwear, but the lacy thong matched her bra, and as much as Toussaint loved seeing her wearing them, he couldn’t wait until she wasn’t.

“Come here,” he quietly commanded. She obeyed, stood in front of him, lips parted, eyes questioning. He grabbed her gently, reverently, and brushed her lips with his. She put her hands on his hips, and her touch sent an electric jolt up Tous-saint’s spine. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, hot and probing, slow and deliberate.

Alexis returned the kiss with equal fervor. She outlined his lips with her tongue and nipped the bottom one before wrapping her arms around his neck and swirling her tongue with his.

Toussaint raised his head and looked deep into Alexis’s darkened eyes.
Yes, this is the fire I knew was burning inside you
. He took his thumbs and ran them over her lace-covered nipples. They hardened instantly. Alexis closed her eyes.

“No, open them. Look at me, Lexy. I want to see your desire.” When she complied, he reached for the front clasp, un-snapping it. Her large, firm breasts caused his heart to stop, and he immediately placed one in his mouth. He sucked, then
licked it while swirling his thumb over the other one. Alexis moaned, and he pulled her close, the evidence of his desire hard against her stomach. He’d dreamed of this moment for a long time and refused to rush it.

Alexis, however, had other plans. She was on fire and boldly reached for Toussaint’s belt buckle. Toussaint laughed, delighted that she was as ready as he. He undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off, his undershirt and pants quickly following. Again, he took her in his arms, flesh against flesh, and plundered her mouth. His shaft hardened and lengthened even more as his hands palmed her round, ample ass. He squeezed it tenderly, parting her cheeks and running a firm, thick middle finger down her crease. He locked eyes with Alexis as he slid down his boxers. Her eyes widened as his massive weapon jumped out to greet her.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, correctly guessing her fear at his size. “We’ll take our time, baby. Because this,” he said, gently grabbing his dick, “is for you, and only you. Are you sure you’re ready for it?” Alexis nodded. “Good.”

Toussaint gently took her hand and led her to the luxuriously appointed bathroom. He knelt in front of her, hooked his fingers on both sides of her thong, and pulled it down. He placed a tender kiss on Alexis’s flat stomach and another one in the small V-shaped patch of hair at the top of her heat. Cupping her buttocks, he buried his face in her scent, wanting to devour her. Reluctantly, he stood. “Let me wash you.”

They entered the oversized shower, and soon Toussaint and Alexis were covered in soap bubbles. Toussaint took the sponge and leisurely became acquainted with every inch of Alexis’s body. When he handed her the sponge, Alexis became shy, keeping her eyes away from the big black dick that kept poking her thigh as she washed his chest. When she turned him around to wash his back, her eyes quickly traveled down to his sculptured buttocks, which had two deep dimples just above his cheeks. His back was taut and strong, his shoulders wide, his
legs long.
All this is mine?
Alexis swallowed and felt herself grow even more wet. She fairly tingled with excitement.