This Sunday we’re going to cozy up with Alonzo and Jeanette from Caliente Nights.
Alonzo’s foul mood evaporated the moment his eyes locked with Jeanette’s. Beautiful was the first word that came rushing to his brain. She wasn’t the statuesque, leggy type he preferred to complement his six-four height. Her petite stature, caramel complexion, hazel eyes, and full, kissable lips were magnetizing. He wanted to reach out and rub the shoulder-length two-strand twists between his fingers to see if they were as soft as they looked.
His gaze continued to roam as he took in her small breasts outlined in a teal long-sleeve tee shirt, her tiny waist, and snug-fitting jeans showcasing curvy hips. Childbearing hips. He tossed that crazy thought out of his head. His mother’s nagging earlier that morning to settle down with a nice Cuban girl and start a family was messing with him.
Alonzo suppressed the urge to lick his lips. Over sensitized by women throwing themselves at him, it had been forever since he desired a woman on sight. They all looked the same. Cosmetically enhanced breasts, fake eyelashes, caked on makeup, silicon-injected lips, and butts. This Jeanette Adams was on the other end of the spectrum. Her natural beauty was captivating.
Oh…my… God… Breathe…Jeanette… Breathe… Who in the world is this Laz Alonso clone? Jeanette wondered. She’d seen just about every movie or television show the sexy, Afro-Latino played in.
Jeanette was nervous as she approached the stranger who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. Gloria said he looked unhappy. Did something happen in such a short span of time? She had braced herself to deal with a grizzly bear of a man. Instead, his eyes were slowly taking her in as if he was interested in what he saw. Jeanette quickly shook off that foolishness. This man was here to squeeze money out of her that she didn’t have.
“Hi, my aunt said you were here to see me?’
Surely this angel couldn’t be responsible for the minor dent and scratches on his vehicle.
“Yes,” Jeanette answered, trying to control the shaking in her voice. His penetrating gaze was setting off flutters in her belly.
Alonzo reached into an inner pocket of the black, leather jacket he wore. Jeanette’s face flushed when he pulled out a recognizable piece of paper.
“You left this note on my car?”
“I’m … I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit your car. It’s just that I was so tired after working my second job and I put the car in reverse instead of drive and—”
As Jeanette floundered in a feeble attempt to explain her unintentional carelessness, three-year-old Mya entered the room whimpering. On impulse Jeanette went to the child thankful for the interruption. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to take those sexy, dark eyes staring her down.
“Another bad dream, sweetie?” Jeanette softly asked Mya as she stooped down to lift the child’s tiny body into her arms.
Mya snuggled close, tucking her head in Jeanette’s bosom.
Yes,” the child whimpered wiping at moist eyes.
“It’s okay. You’re safe with me,” she whispered, reassuring the child as she made her way back to Alonzo.
Alonzo’s heart melted as Jeanette approached him with the child on her left hip. His mother’s words came rushing back at the uncomfortable pulling in the center of his chest. He came there prepared to lash out at Jeanette for being so careless. After her honest confession and witnessing her tender interaction with the child there was no way he could go through with being outright mean. And there was no way this woman had purposely staged an accident to wiggle her way into his bed. Truthfully, with her incredibly sexy, petite body he wished that had been her intent. He would have been more than ready to indulge her.
“I’m sorry for the interruption.” Jeanette apologized as she continued to cradle Mya.
“It’s fine. Is she alright?” Alonzo queried with concern nodding in Mya’s direction.
Jeanette tightened her hold on the tiny body. If she hadn’t, she might have dropped the child. The man’s voice was sexy and deep with a hint of Latin flavor causing her knees to slightly buckle.
“She’ll be fine in a few minutes. As I was saying, I’m sorry about hitting your car. I know what I did was stupid.”
Jeanette’s face turned a tinge of pink. She couldn’t believe she called herself stupid in front of the sexiest man alive. What she was about to say next sent her into a panic thinking about the money she didn’t have for an increase in her premium rate.
“I do have insurance. If you wait a minute I can go get my wallet and give you my information.”
Jeannette didn’t wait for a response as she rushed out of the room through another doorway.
Alonzo’s phone rang. Glancing at the name on the display he answered. “Hey, Julio. What’s up?”
“Nothing much. Checking to see what time you’ll be by the restaurant. I have some numbers I want to run by you.”
“I’m in the middle of something. When I’m done here, I’ll swing through.”
“You caught up with the chick who hit your ride?”
“Young lady,” Alonzo corrected.
Julio chuckled. “That’s not what you were calling her last night.”
Alonzo cringed. He had thought the worst of Jeanette before meeting her a few minutes ago. His colorful name calling hadn’t been too gentlemanly.
“Let’s just say she’s not what I expected her to be.”
“Is she ugly?” his younger brother teased.
This time Alonzo chuckled. “Far from it. Have everything ready for me when I get there.”
“Alright bro. See you later.”
As Alonzo was sliding the phone inside his pocket, Jeanette returned to the room with Mya now on her right hip. She handed him a slip of paper.
“I jotted down my information. I called my insurance company this morning to inform them I had an accident so they’ll be expecting your call.”
While she was speaking another toddler, this time a little boy, wandered into the room leaning against Jeanette’s left leg. He stared at Alonzo with wide curious eyes.
An emptiness he couldn’t explain settled over him as he watched the children clinging to Jeanette for comfort.
“I can see you’re busy. Why don’t I come back after you close this evening so we can talk?”
What did they have to talk about? Everything he needed was on the paper she’d given him. Was he going to demand she pay out of pocket instead of going through the insurance company? She hoped not! She was dreading the five-hundred-dollar deductible she had to pay that was going to wipe her entire savings out. Reluctantly, she agreed with a nod.
“Come back at seven.”
When he smiled showing a straight row of white teeth, her knees did that buckling thing again.
“Seven it is,” Alonzo said as he turned and headed toward the door.
As he reached for the doorknob Jeanette called out, “Hey, what’s your name?”
With his back to her an amused grin curved his lips. She doesn’t know who I am. This could be interesting.
Well, that’s it my beauties. I hope you enjoyed this weekend’s cozy read.
Until next time,