Layla closed her eyes, inhaled the scent of fresh love mingled with perfume and cologne, and smiled. She ran her hand through her hair and decided that the intense love making session was worth sweating her perm out and turning it into an afro. Her café a lait skin glistened with tiny droplets that seemed to make her whole body glow. Layla ran her hand over her body, in sync with the music playing softly in the background, lingering at the places that were still on fire. There was something about making love to music; bodies moving in rhythm to the beat, creating a tidal wave of pleasure as passions ignited. Music seemed to intensify the moment.
Glancing over at Grayson who was fast asleep, Layla remembered when she first met him last year. She and her cousin Sofia were at Pier One Imports looking at wicker furniture when a fine light-skinned brother walked in. Usually, light-skinned brothers didn’t get a second glance, but there was something about him. His curly hair, thin moustache, white teeth and smooth skin almost made her jaw drop. He had to be mixed with Latino or something, and as he was walked towards them, she felt something inside her stir.
After working the last seven years as a private jet stewardess, she’d had her share of pretty boys who were musicians, actors, athletes, or screenwriters. Some of them lived up to the hype, but most of them didn’t. If only the walls of the Ritz Carlton could talk.
“Layla Bridges, this is Grayson Miles. Grayson, Layla.”
Sofia introduced them as they both extended their hands to greet one another. Layla wanted to hold on to the hand that engulfed hers.
“Nice to meet you, Layla.”
“Nice to meet you also, Grayson.”
Grayson’s deep voice enthralled her, and she wanted to know more about him.
“So Grayson, you must be a teacher or principal at Henry Elementary like Sofia, although I have never heard her mention you before.”
Layla wondered what a specimen like him was doing trapped in a school setting. He could have easily been a model.
“Actually, I’m an Investment Banker. I went to Sofia’s school the other day to speak to her class about preparing for their future by starting a savings account.”
Grayson turned his attention to Sofia. “Are we still on for tomorrow night?”
Sofia blushed. “Yes, sure, um, you can pick me up at seven.”
“Great, I’ll see you then.”
As soon as Grayson left, she lit into Sofia.
“Girl, I cannot believe you didn’t mention to me that you had a date. Especially a fine specimen like that! Are you holding out on me? Where is he from? Does he have a brother? Do you like him? Because if you don’t; I sure will.”
Sofia laughed out loud.
“Layla, please calm down. It’s just a date, and I didn’t tell you because you would have me buying something that you know I would not wear. You would have me sucked and tucked and I would be uncomfortable and self-conscious, and unable to relax. Now, let’s get back to picking out that furniture.”
“Well, I want to hear all the dirty details after your date.”
“There will not be any dirty details to share. I’m not like you Layla.
“Touché. Sofia. Touché.”
Sofia continued, despite her disinterest.
“I don’t sleep with every Tom, Dick, and Harry I meet. I don’t care if they are famous.”
Sofia smiled, but Layla knew she was serious, and there was another lecture coming.
“It’s too dangerous. You never know what these perverts are going to do to you. I know you say you only have a core group of friends.”
Sofia used her hands to accentuate her remark.
“But, it’s still dangerous. Also, taking money from them is just downright shameful. Lastly, you hardly ever go to church anymore. You used to be there every time the doors opened; now you’re at the swanky parties every time their doors open.”
“Sofia, we’ve had this conversation before, and my answer is still the same. You know that after Pastor Buckham died, church has become a hot mess. There is nothing happening at the party that is not happening at church. At least there, you know what you’re getting. When you have been to twenty different churches and all of the Senior Pastors have their aide bring you to the office for a private proposal, something is wrong. Finally, if they don’t want me, they do want Tom, Dick, and Harry. So, don’t talk to me about being righteous, talk to them. I haven’t visited the church you go to now, but maybe I will in the future, only if you stop harassing me about it.”
Layla tried to immerse herself again into finding the perfect wicker set for Sofia’s sunroom, even though she was irritated. She hoped the exchange was over, but knew better.
“I’m just saying that there has to be a Pastor out there somewhere for you. Don’t give up the search.”
“Right about now, different pastas interest me much more than Pastors.”
Sofia looked at Layla sternly and they both laughed loudly, and the sound resonated throughout the store.
Done with the flashback, Layla kissed Grayson on the forehead, moved to his eyes, and then allowed her lips to graze his softly. Even though she was totally satisfied, there was something about him that brought out the animal in her, and she could never get enough of his love. She admired his rock hard body, and ran her tongue over his six pack. She kissed his legs that felt like a stone wall, and slowly made her way to the inside of his hips. Once there, she kissed and nibbled him gently. Layla knew that area was always super sensitive to Grayson, and she laughed as he grimaced and bit his bottom lip.
“Stop Layla. I can’t take anymore.”
Grayson rolled over, and wrapped himself in the sheets, creating a barrier between Layla and himself.
“Sure you can. Come here.”
Layla struggled to pull the self -made barrier from around Grayson’s body, but he was too strong for her. She smiled, turned over and lay on her back, looking at the ceiling.
Grayson stirred in the bed. It was her cue that he was getting reading to leave.
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already. You just got here.”
Layla pretended to pout.
“I’ve got to go. You know I have a very important meeting, and I have to get some sleep.”
“Well, it’s only two a.m., so we have time for one more round. Anyway, Monday is your day to spend with me.”
It was something about Mondays; they always made her relaxed and uninhibited. With both of them being frequent flyers, they would often meet up in different cities and spend the day together. She looked forward to spending time with Grayson. Layla crouched like a female lion getting ready to pounce on its prey, and attempted to climb on top of Grayson.
“Layla, I have to go, really.”
Grayson got out of bed and stood up, and she gazed at his perfectly toned body.
“Well, something tells me you’re not that ready.”
Layla crawled across the bed to where Grayson was standing and started caressing his body. She watched him close his eyes and groan loudly with ecstasy as he tilted his head back; seemingly enjoying the moment he was locked in.
Layla was alone in the bed, exhausted by the intense lovemaking session. She grabbed the pillow and hugged it tightly, hoping to catch a whiff of Grayson’s manly scent. Grayson was everything a woman could want in a man. He was handsome, intelligent, funny, gentlemanly, caring, and an excellent lover. However, there was only one thing wrong with Grayson:
He was marrying her cousin Sofia.