It wouldn’t be long before Bianca showed Caesar her gratitude, all right.
CHAPTER 4
“Hey, babes, where you at?” Bianca tilted her head to the side as she took her ear plugs out and put her iPhone on speaker.
“Just leaving my last stop, heading home. Do you need anything?”
“No, babe, just you,” she said as she walked through the front door and kicked off her heels.
“You always know what to say to make me speed home to you.”
“Well, hurry. I will be waiting,” she reminded him while putting the wine on chill.
The second she hung up the phone, she rushed through the house to get candles and everything in place for his arrival.
Home sweet home. Their one-bedroom apartment was nice and cozy. It was small, but it was luxurious. The newly built domicile had only been up and running for about a year. The couple was the first to have ever lived in that unit. The apartment included a guest bathroom, located to the left, as soon as you walked through the door. Boasting marble counters, it looked like the bathroom of a five-star hotel. Unlike most guests bathrooms that only had a sink and a toilet, this one had a shower as well. It had a smoked glass door, so that you couldn’t see the person taking a shower, but their silhouette could be seen.
The thick, cream-colored carpet put to shame that standard beige carpet most apartments came with. Bianca had always been funny about walking around the house barefoot, but here, she had no qualms. The soft fibers connecting with her feet were like getting a foot massage. The one bedroom was huge—a master bedroom indeed, with its own private bathroom equipped with a walk-up shower, no doors, curtain, or anything. It had dual shower heads, which could each be set to one of five options. This bathroom was all marble everything, from the walls to the floor.
Bianca loved to cook, and she felt like a gourmet chef every time she prepared a meal in their all–stainless steel kitchen.
Before meeting her, Caesar was a true bachelor. He had never cooked a thing, and was a restaurant consumer. On days she didn’t feel like cooking, he was always happy to take her to some lovely place for fine dining.
The two loved backgammon, board games, and dominos, and it was always done in their sitting room, which wasn’t that huge, but it had two glass French doors that opened up to a patio with the view of the huge water fountain in the pond.
The huge, sunken bedroom was Bianca’s favorite place in the house to hang out anyway. After a day’s hustle, for both her and Caesar, retiring to their California king-sized bed was the life. Caesar had stayed at a hotel once that had the most amazing bedding. While there, he went right to their Web site and ordered the set to be overnighted to the apartment so that when he got home, Bianca could have it all set up. Bianca, too, had fallen in love with the bedding that made her feel like she was sleeping on a cloud. So most evenings, after eating dinner and showering, this was where the two retreated. In the winter months, it was even cozier due to the gas fireplace. The flickering flames lit the room to make it even more romantic for the lovebirds. This was where they replenished their souls from their day’s work and nurtured their burgeoning love for one another.
However, tonight their lighting would come not only from the candles Bianca had set up all around the bedroom, but the sparks of intense lovemaking that were guaranteed to fly off between the two. After lighting all the candles, Bianca pulled all the petals off the roses and randomly placed them throughout the room. She placed the fruit tray on Caesar’s side of the bed and the meat tray on hers. The Mike and Ikes she placed right on his pillow. She lit the huge candles that rested on the stand of the flat screen television. Bianca gave the room another once over. Now she was sure everything was in its proper place.
Bianca smiled. She let out a sigh of contentment. She was satisfied that everything was in place and fit for her king. Everything was set up for a romantic, enchanted evening. She took a quick shower, dried off, and headed to the closet to see what she could entice her man with tonight. She found a sheer negligee with a sheer robe over it. She dabbed her favorite perfume, Bond No 9 Chinatown, behind her ears, behind her knees, and on her wrists. Out of habit, she did her Kegel exercises to tighten up her vaginal muscles, and gave herself a throwaway douche. She couldn’t wait to see her man so she could jump on his waist as soon as he strolled through the door.
As she waited for him, she thought about a conversation they’d once had.
“You know, you should use your gift of fashion for good,” Caesar had told Bianca. “You have great style and an amazing business sense. I could actually see you running a legitimate boutique, being a personal stylist or something like that.”
“I do use my gift for good,” Bianca had replied. “For the good of the hood. Please . . . these designers know hood chicks can’t afford all this high-priced shit. What we supposed to wear? Target and Wal-Mart stuff? Forget that. My people pay what the stuff should be priced at in the stores anyway.”
“So you the fashion Robin Hood, huh?”
