Chapter 1
Liza
He crawled up my body, and he was kissing me while moving ever so slowly. Lord, I can't help the small noises coming from my mouth. I whispered for him to stop teasing me, wanted him buried deep inside of me. He looked up and smirked. Right before he grabbed himself, I woke up feeling the wetness between my thighs. This was the second time this week that this dream man came and visited me. Jesus, who is he? He was so vivid in my dreams. He stands at least six-six. Head full of curls as dark as midnight. Eyes of vibrant honey, his plump lips beyond sinful, and his rich bronzed skin. Wishing I could fall back asleep to escape my every day. I looked over at the clock and noticed that I was late for work. I jumped up and ran into the shower and luckily, I had pulled my work suit out the night before. While washing my pearly whites and face when my cell phone went off. I ran over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. The screen read Liam. Liam is my oldest friend and my ride to work. I mentally kick myself. I answer the call "Hello". "Liza, I am here. Let's go so we don't get in trouble again," he says. I know by this point I am going to hear an ear full. I start "See what happen". I wasn't even able to finish my sentence when he interjects " You aren't ready, Liza it's a quarter past eight and we got to clock in at nine-thirty. Plus, traffic is bad today." I sigh into the phone and explain that I overslept and to give me another ten minutes and I will be running out the door. He says "If you are not in this apartment and this car within those ten minutes I am coming in and pulling you out. Understand?" My answer was a bit saucy but so worth it. "Yes, is there anything you want me to do sir?" He is about to answer but I hung up the call before he could say anything. Flirting with Liam is a fun game I have with him. He knows that I mean no harm, but it tickles me knowing that he turns crimson with my flirting. I finally walk out of the house and get into the car; he is looking at me ever so devilishly. I ask him what's the matter. With those emerald eyes starting to rank me up and down he asks me "You seriously wearing that suit?" while licking his lips. I hated when the table turn on me. Liam isn't ugly by a long shot. He is a true jock. Tall and athletic, with chocolate-wavy hair. Emerald eyes and mocha skin. I answer, "I don't see the problem", knowing I know this suit fits me like a second skin. See, I am only five-three, light caramel complexion, silver-eyed, rosy heart-shaped lips, with soft brown slightly wavy hair. I am also plus-sized, especially in all the right places. And knowing the way this suit shows off all my curves, and six-inch heels showing how shapely my ass and legs are just made the suit pop. He looked at the road, but I can still see him smirking like the cat who ate the canary. I blush and can't help but laugh knowing what he is thinking. We arrive at work and clocking in with only with second to spare he asks me "Are we going to the Toni's after work?" Toni's is the bar/lounge we go to every other Friday to just chill and let go of the stress of the week. I look at him and reply " Absolutely, isn't that usual?"
