Page 31 of Emani's Way
“Emani Jackson. Her father is Dr. Reverend Miles Jackson,” I respond.
Niro whistles, “How the hell did you, of all people, get with a preacher’s kid?”
I should feel offended by his statement, but I don’t have any room to be insulted. Hell, a dog can recognize a dog. And I’m not proud, but I’ve had my moments.
“Guess the devil was tired of dealing with my ass and passed me off to the angels,” I smirk when I hear Niro’s chuckle.
“Yeah, whatever. Give me a week, and I’ll have everything you need.”
“Thanks.”
We disconnect the call without any further discussion. If Niro says a week, then that’s exactly how much time it will take. He’s a man of his word, and he’ll find exactly who’s behind this shit.
All I have to do is try to convince Emani to stay with me for the week and to take off work until I hear back from Niro. It should be pretty straightforward, but I know how independent she is. I just hope she doesn’t fight me on this because her safety is of the utmost importance.
And although I initially assumed that this was about me, it could very well be someone trying to target Emani. Her father is a prominent figure, and although his family isn’t in the public eye as much, someone could still hurt him by hurting them.
I just hope Niro can come through as usual. I hate waiting, especially when safety is a concern.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Emani’s soft voice breaks into my thoughts.
I’m so glad to have her back in my house again. I’ll probably try to keep her here forever, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
“Yeah, Sugar. Everything is fine. You doin’ alright?” I stand from behind my desk and move toward Emani, who is standing in the doorway.
“Still trying to calm down. Mr. Simmons called my parents, so I had to explain what happened,” Emani sighs.
I take her into my arms and hug her tightly to my chest. Emani is perfect for me. She fits against my body so naturally that I feel blessed every time we touch.
“What’d you tell them?”
“I just said there was some vandalism probably done by some teenagers. I didn’t go into detail. My Mama wanted me to come to their house, but when I told them I was staying with you, my Daddy was surprisingly fine with it.” Emani looks up into my face, and I smile down at her with a shrug.
“Never in my adult life has my Daddy been okay with me staying the night with a man. So, how well do you know him anyway?”
“Do you honestly want to know the answer to that? ‘Cause I ain’t gonna lie to you.” I raise my brow and school my features into a serious expression.
“I’m gonna have to pass… for now. There’s really no telling, and I don’t want to get into that after the night we’ve had. But I reserve the right to revisit this subject at a later date, Mr. Attorney.” Emani winks up at me, and I chuckle.
“Look at you sounding like an attorney yourself.” I lean down and kiss her lips. “Ummm, let’s go shower so we can relax.”
“I assume we’re taking this shower together…”
“You assume correctly. Now, get your fine ass to my room so I can strip you out of that dress.” I can tell by the look on Emani’s face that she’s ready for everything I’m about to give her.
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I take my time taking off Emani’s sexy little dress. I pull her long braids out of the way as I slip the straps down her arms. I run my tongue over her silky, smooth skin, savoring her sweet taste.Damn! This woman is sexy without even trying.
“If you keep kissing me like that, we’ll never make it to the shower,” Emani moans as I kiss her neck.
“Alright, baby, let’s get in the shower.” I head into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I strip off my clothes as Emani slips off her panties and wraps her braids up in a bun on the top of her head.
We get in the shower, and I turn on the multiple heads. Emani sighs when I rub the lathered up luffa over her shoulders and down her back. I do my best not to be a pervert and rub my hands down to her plump round ass or over her sensational tits, but it’s taking a miracle.
I make it through washing Emani from head to toe, but when she returns the favor, I can’t hold myself back any longer.