Waiting for you

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Timothy’s p.o.v.

So I almost had to spill all the juice to my sister, we are close, but not that close. So I kept all the spicy details to myself. An honorable man never kiss and tell, also might not have add that it is my assistant.

Melody did seem happy for me that I have my eyes on a woman, she told me she couldn’t wait to meet the mystery lady.

It’s finally Saturday morning and I have waited the whole damn week for this day to start. The worst part of my week was that I was holding back.

The desire to kiss, caress and worship Amara day and night is too much to handle, but I persevered up till now. All that with a f*****g b***r coming day and night.

Planning our date, I thought it would be a perfect time to spend it at my private beach house. Hoping she loves the ocean as much as I do.

I like to spend my weekends here, all year actually, except when it is storm season. Can get pretty crazy around the shore.

I got here last night, to prepare, since I haven’t been visiting a couple of weeks, due to the deal I still got to bag with Young Woods Inc., but for this special lady I am willing to create free time.

Before I am on my way to pick up Amara, I have to wait on a deluxe brunch delivery from the bakery that I ordered.

The deluxe basket includes fruits, different cheeses and jams, tuna salad and nuts. The bakery can do this because of the conjunction with some local farmers, companies and entrepreneurs.

I choose the deluxe version which includes a picnic basket, since I didn’t own one myself and I thought we can eat on the patio or maybe even the sunbed.

Maybe we can even do more picnics together with our future family.

The delivery should be here any minute. I have hired a private chef, who will arrive around 3 pm, starting the preparations for dinner.

Wanting to make an impression on Amara, I only wanted the best with as much of quality time together. I finally have the chance to have her all to myself, non work-related.

While my last check around the house, making sure all is in place and neat, I make my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Just when I want to take my first sip, the doorbell rings.

“Good morning.”, I say opening the door, giving a smile at the young man. The scent of fresh baked bread entering my nostrils. “Smells great.”

“Good morning to you too Sir, surely will taste as good.”, he says with a confident bright smile, giving me the basket.

“By the scent, it’s impossible not too.”

“Enjoy your brunch. Have a great day, Sir.”

“Thanks, I really hope so.”, I say, my smile not leaving my face, thinking about spending this day with Amara.

Placing the basket on the counter, I quickly drink my coffee, got dressed and went on my way to go meet my Beautiful girl.

Traffic is good, I make a hasty stop at the flower store and buy a nice bouquet of red roses. Just before 10 am I arrive at Amara’s place. Glad too, a man never lets a woman wait.

I take the roses and get out my car. I adjust my clothes, making sure I am presentable. Before I ring the bell, I take a deep breath.

It takes a minute and the door opens. Almost I stretch out my hand, but I hold back seeing it is not Amara. The lady is definitely an attractive sight to see, but not as beautiful as the lady I want as mine.

“Good morning.”, hesitating if I got the good address. “Is Amara in?”

“Yes, she will be right down. Come in.”, the lady says glancing me up and down,.

“Hi, I am Brianna, Mara’s sister.”

“Oh, I thought she was an only child.”

“She was, until her best friend decided that they should be sisters.”, she giggles.

“Bria?”, I ask her conformational.

“The one and only. Take a seat, she will be ready in a mini.”

Bria walks me to the living, I make myself comfortable on the couch.

“Would you like a drink?”, Bria offers.

“No, thank you.”, I give her a small smile.

“You sure? I am on my way to make some tea anyway.”

“No really, thanks, I am fine.”, I decline politely again.

She shrugs her shoulders lightly and leaves the living room. As much as I don’t want to snoop, I do want to know what kind of person Amara is outside of work.

My eyes quickly observe the room, seems like Amara has a modern taste in furniture, with some older items mixed in between. Like the wooden cabinet that is standing under the television that is hanging on the wall.

There are some pictures from her childhood on the wall in front of me. She looks a lot like her mother, but the color of her rare eyes are a mix from her fathers blue eyes and her mothers brown.

Never did I saw a human with such pretty eyes as Amara’s. That blue outlining that is surrounding a brown iris. It a trade I definitely want to be passed on our children.

I know, but I am steadfast on making Amara mine. Surely now that I got the taste of her, I only want more. I am not letting her go ever again.

Slowly my nose picks up the lovely flowery perfume from Amara, before I can turn, darkness covers my eyes quick. Feeling her soft skin on me, gives me peace. Peace I never thought I would find in a woman’s touch. I chuckle from her silly move.

“Tried to give me a scare, beautiful?”, my tone huskier than I wanted to sound, but her touch as woken something in me. Craving for more.

Amara shifts a little, but stays quiet.

“Beautiful?”

‘You haven’t even seen me yet.”, she lets me know, with a little sass in her voice.

“Baby, I don’t have to see you to know that you are.”, I tell her with a smirk, I reach out to her arm that is still covering my eyes and start fondle it. “As much as I want to stay in your arms, I would like to see you.”

“Sorry.”, I can almost see the blush coming up on her skin. When she takes her palms of my eyes, I am quick to take the first one I see and kiss the inside of her palm.

“You ready, my love?”, I ask her while kissing her hand again.

“Yes, Sir.”, she almost moans out lowly. If she keeps on doing that, I will not survive this day like I planned too.

“Hmm.”, I respond and give her one more kiss a little lower. Hearing Amara gasping, does my body pleasure.

“Hey Timothy, I think Amara will be right down…”, Bria’s voice yells. “Oh.”, is followed.

I take this an opportunity to get up my feet, so I can at last set my sight on Amara. The moment I do, it takes my breath away. She looks absolutely amazing in her 50’s style. And I tell her so, she blushes thanking me with a beautiful smile.

We are on our way after some small talk and saying our bye’s to her friend.