Page 41 of Kayla's List
“We’ll talk later when you’re in a better mood. I do miss you, Kay.” Warren gives me a sad expression. His hazel eyes are filled with regret, and my heart cracks a little more.
I don’t respond as I softly close the door behind him. Warren was my everything for so long that now that I’m finally starting to get a sense of who I am, he’s trying to impede on that. I can’t let him bamboozle me into believing any more lies. It’s not just about his sexuality. I thought we were family. I believed it when he told me he loved me. It’s easy to remember the love, but it’s even harder to forget the pain that he caused.
When the day is finally over, I can’t wait to go home and get ready for tonight’s date. Anderson is taking me to an art showcase where the artist integrates digital and audio technology into his paintings. It’s like the pieces are alive, and I’ve been looking forward to the showing for months. I thought I’d be going as Warren’s fiancée when I first heard about it, but I find that I’d much rather be going as Anderson’s girlfriend.Wait, am I Anderson’s girlfriend?
The thought flits across my mind because as many things as we talk about, we haven’t hadthe talk. I don’t want to assume, and Shelby says never be the first to bring it up. A man will think you’re desperate to have him and he’ll try to walk all over you if he thinks you want to be his woman and he’s not ready to be your man.
After I soak in a warm bath, I take my time picking out tonight’s outfit. I want to look especially beautiful for the show. I know a lot of important people from our industry will be there, and I want Anderson to be able to show me off.
Although Warren and I dated for a year, we never went to big events like this one. I was hoping once I became his fiancée, that would all change. It changed but not in the way I expected. And even though I didn’t particularly care about how I looked before, I see the value now in caring. So, I want to go the extra mile tonight. I want to take pride in the way I look.
As I slip on the sexy, long sleeved, deep v-neck, maroon satin dress with a short hemline and a long slit, I admire the way the dress fits me. I flat ironed my hair, so the golden hues of the ombre shine against my collar bone, and the chocolate color around my face highlights my brown skin and eyes.
I put on a dark red lipstick that accentuates my plump lips and dark eyeliner. The makeup, along with the lash extensions that I just got, makes my eyes look seductive. I can admit that I look damned good.
#17. Get comfortable wearing makeup.
I’m so excited for this date tonight that I almost run to the door when Anderson rings the doorbell.Calm down, Kay. Have some decorum, sheesh.
19
Promises Kept
KAYLA
“Damn! You look gorgeous, doll face!” Anderson stands in my door, his bright blue eyes taking me in from the top of my flat ironed hair to the bottom of my stiletto clad feet.
Normally, I would blush and dip my head in embarrassment at his perusal, but not tonight. Tonight I stand tall in my sexiness and give my guy a flirty twirl so he can see all of me.
I discovered that I liked wearing short dresses because they make my thick legs look long, and standing at five-foot-four, I need all the help I can get. I make sure to do a cheek check with every outfit. I don’t want to show all my goods when I bend over, so even though my hemline has crept up above my knees, my ass still isn’t hanging out.
“Thanks, babe. You look damn good yourself.” I take my own perusal over Anderson’s tall, lean body. He gives me a dazzling white smile before stepping inside my apartment.
Anderson closes the door with his foot and pushes me against the wall. He cages me in with his arms and puts his forehead against mine. His large hand skims my face with feather soft touches. Anderson drags his hand down to my thigh, where he continues to caress my skin softly.
Goosebumps break out from the light strokes and a shudder that I can’t contain runs through my body.
“I want to take you up against this wall right now.” Anderson’s voice is low and gravelly. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound so… so…animalistic.
“Ummm, if you do that, then we will be late to the show,” I breathe out as best I can because Anderson’s closeness is wreaking havoc on my brain functions.
Anderson starts to kiss my neck as his hands continue to roam. He slips his fingers along the bottom of the satin material, and my breath catches. If his hands find what they’re looking for, then going out is over.
Ever since the first night we were together, I feel like a nymphomaniac. I have never craved sex or been so horny in all of my life. It’s another reason I should slap both my exes. I was deprived of something fantastic, and I swear I want retribution.
No woman should have to live through what I did. Horrible, boring, lackluster sex. The atrocities that I didn’t realize I was being put through should be against some kind of law.
Anderson’s bright gaze locks onto mine as his fingers make their way to my inner thigh. I know he’s testing my willpower, but what he doesn’t know is that I don’t have any when it comes to his touch. When it comes tohim,all Anderson has to do is look at me, and I melt.
“If I touch you, am I going to find your sweetness soaking through your panties?” Anderson’s whispered words heighten his seduction, and I can only nod my head and lick my lips. My mouth is the only thing that’s dry, and if Anderson’s fingers explores any further, he’s going to see for himself.
“I want you so bad right now, Kay. But I promised you.” Anderson closes his eyes and withdraws his hand from beneath my dress. I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed by his actions. I want to go to the art show, but damn I want him even more.
“Okay,” I whimper, unsure. If Anderson changed his mind and took me right here where we are, I wouldn’t dare stop him.
“Get your purse and jacket, baby. It’s a little chilly out tonight.” Anderson pecks my lips and takes a step back, running a hand through his perfect chocolate colored hair.
I nod again, and on shaky legs, I grab my things. The weather in Dallas is mild this time of year, but it seems to be getting colder at night. Once I lock the door, Anderson wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me to the car.