Mr White Proposes (BWWM Interracial Romance) (2 page)

“
Are you every going to be ready?” he asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She nodded.

“
I would not be here if I didn’t think so,” she said before kissing him softly on the lips.

“
What can I do right now? What can I do to change your mind?” he asked holding her close. She shook her head.

“
You are already doing more than enough,” she said. Mitchell looked into his eyes and smiled.

“
Really? Why is that?” he asked.

“
Well, there is the little fact that you are faithful and responsible,” she said smiling at him. “I would not have it any other way, she added before kissing him again and turning around. “Zip me up,” she said in a small voice. She heard Mitchell take a long deep breath before pulling the zipper upwards. He then brought his face down and kissed her shoulder.

“
I just want you to be mine so much,” he said holding her. “I’m sorry it feels like I’m rushing you,” he said still holding her. Natasha smiled and placed her hand on his.

“
When I’m ready, you’ll know,” she said before pulling away from his grip. “Now I better get going if I am to get that six figure commission,” she said with a smile. She walked to the dresser and grabbed a pair of earrings and her purse.

“
I thought we were doing breakfast together,” Mitchell said as she headed towards the door. She turned around and smiled at him.

“
You already used up breakfast time with a little something-something,” she said before blowing him a kiss. Mitchell smiled and sat on the bed. He took his phone and quickly sent Natasha a text.
“
See you in a few,”
He had just placed his phone on the bed when he heard it vibrate loudly. “
Sure. We can make up breakfast with lunch.”
He smiled and walked to the closet. In one of the jackets he rarely wore, he pulled out a small velvet case and briefly stared at it. “
Dinner’s better. Lunch meeting with some associates,”
he typed.

“
Sure.”

He smiled to himself as he put the case back in the jacket pocket. It wouldn’t be long now.

*****

“
You were on fire in there,” Sealy Moran, CFO of the Rango departmental stores said to Natasha as they walked out of the board room. Natasha smiled at him.

“
I had to,” she said. “After all, a 30 million contract was on the line,” she added with a smile.

“
I have heard a lot about you Natasha Black,” Sealy said. “You have quite the track record,” he added smiling at her.

“
I am happy that my work speaks for itself,” she said as they approached her office. “Well, here I am,” she said as she came to a halt in front of her office.

“
You will not be joining us for breakfast?” he asked. “If there is anything I have learned about NSCS is that they have great personnel and even more excellent buffets,” he added with a smile. Natasha laughed.

“
I’m afraid not,” she said. “The contract signing is the easy part. The real work is what I have to get done,” she said shaking his hand.

“
Here’s my card,” Sealy said after a rather long handshake. “Call me if you ever want to leave NSCS,” he added. “For a change of scenery or maybe even coffee,” he said quickly before walking off. Natasha smiled and looked over at Stacy’s desk. She laughed when she noticed her pretend to work.

“
I know you heard it all, Stacy,” Natasha said opening the door. Stacy looked up and smiled at her. “Bring me some coffee would you please?” she said as she walked into her office. She sighed as she finally took a seat kicking off the heels she had on. She leaned against the seat and closed her eyes, feeling a rush of happiness and pride. She heard a knock and looked up to see Stacy walking in with a Styrofoam cup and brown bag. “Well hello, Flash,” Natasha said as Stacy walked towards her desk.

“
I sent for it just as you were winding up the Rango meeting,” Stacy said walking towards her desk. She placed the cup on her desk and then pushed a file towards her. “These need a signature, pronto,” she said as Natasha took a sip of her coffee.

“
Oh, that’s good,” Natasha said closing her eyes again.

“
You’re welcome,” Stacy said to her with a smile. “But signatures,” she said again as she stood next to her boss.

“
What am I looking at?” Natasha asked as she slowly flipped the pages.

“
Consent forms for the new corporate responsibility project,” Stacy said. “We’re collecting clothing and food for Hurricane Sandy victims,” she added. Natasha felt the joy drain from her body as she looked at the photos and letters mostly from children who resided in New York.

“
Devastating,” she said as she signed the papers.

“
At least you re doing something to help,” Stacy said picking up the file. “Anything else you may need before I leave?” she asked. Natasha shook her head.

“
I’ll let you know,” Natasha said leaning back in her chair as Stacy walked to the door. She smiled when she remembered how weird it had been coming to NSCS at first. Stacy had become more of a close friend than an assistant over the time she had been working there. She did an outstanding job of handling all her affairs, business and personal alike. “Wait,” she said as an idea struck her. “The Rango deal went through as I’m sure you know,” Natasha started casually. Stacy nodded and looked at her. “You did a lot of the research work and I feel you should be rewarded for it,” Natasha continued. She saw Stacy’s eyes grow wide when she said this.

“
It is all part of the job you know,” Stacy said trying not to sound proud.

“
I know but it would not be fair if I didn’t show my appreciation,” Natasha said with a smile. “That’s why I am going to talk to Vasquez in accounts about a nice bonus this month,” she added. Stacy’s alabaster skin flushed bright pink when Natasha said this.

“
I don’t know what to say,” Stacy said dumbfounded.

“
Thank you, would be nice,” Natasha said as Stacy quickly walked towards her and embraced her. “Or that,” she said as Stacy hugged her.

“
Thanks Natasha,” Stacy said. Natasha smiled as she thought of how best to break the news to Mitchell. This was her eleventh successful pitch and she could not wait to see what the future held in store for her at NSCS.

“If I knew this is what I was in for I would have worked harder in school,” Natasha’s best friend Rita said as a woman rubbed her feet. Natasha laughed as she leaned back in her own seat.

“
It is nice isn’t it,” Natasha said softly. She had decided to treat Rita to a spa date not far from where she worked. Since she started working and got serious with Mitchell, it seemed like they barely got time to hang out. Rita always joked that with Natasha, dick tramped friendship.

“
But your art career is doing well, isn’t it? Your mom…” “…My mother would get me a husband if I let her,” Rita interrupted. “I would not even dare tell her that my business is struggling,” she added rolling her eyes.

“
Ok, hold up, Rita,” Natasha said sitting up. “What about the Swedish guy who ordered the…how many pieces were they, again?” Natasha asked suddenly looking confused.

“
One freaking hundred and thirty,” Rita said. “But all he was interested in was 130 feels of this fine black ass,” she added before taking a sip of her fruit flavored water.

“
What?” Natasha said laughing.

“
Oh yeah, he recanted his order as soon as I gave him a good kick I the balls, “ she said looking at Natasha. “Literally,” she added before leaning back in her seat.

“
You did what?” Natasha asked laughing.

“
The asshole had it coming,” Rita said smiling. “It was all downhill from there. I’m even looking to change career, be a waitress or something,” she added taking a deep breath.

“
No, don’t,” Natasha said looking at her. “I have seen your work. You re awesome,” She added matter-of-factly.

“
You have to say that, you are my best friend,” Rita said looking at her.

“
No, for real,” Natasha said trying to get comfortable. She could see the woman servicing her giving her a bad look every time she moved. “Do you know how many people have wanted to buy that housewarming gift you got me?” she asked. Rita smiled at her.

“
The abstract?” Rita asked surprised. Natasha nodded.

“
If you want I can have a talk with Mitchell,” Natasha started. “He knows a number of high end collectors and exhibitors,” she added looking at Rita suggestively. Rita looked at her for a while before finally shaking her head.

“
I am not a parasitic friend,” Rita said leaning back in her seat.

“
Come on it’s nothing like that and you know it,” Natasha said as the woman moved to her right foot. “Let a sister hook you up,” she said making a sad face at her.

“
Okay fine,” Rita said finally. They both smiled at the two women who had just concluded their manicure and pedicure session left. “Enough about me, how are you and money bags doing?” she asked looking at Natasha.

Natasha blushed as she reached for her own fruit flavored water. “Good,” she said smiling. “He asked me to move in with him,” she said looking at Rita.

“Hadn’t you already moved in with him?” Rita asked in a sarcastic voice. Natasha laughed as she stared daggers at her. “What? You’re never home any time I drop by,” Rita said smiling. “I would so make your house a personal brothel,” she added.

“
Really?” Natasha said laughing.

“
What, a girl still needs to get her groove on,” Rita said laughing.

“
Oh, okay. So we have someone special now?” Natasha asked as her interest suddenly grew.

“
Well, nothing serious yet,” Rita said holding her hands up. “Don’t start offering your maid of honor services yet,” Rita said laughing just as Natasha’s phone vibrated wildly on the table.

I am employing my culinary skills for you my queen.
She smiled as she silently read the text.

“
Will you share the joke?” Rita asked looking at a smiling Natasha who shook her head.

“
Just Mitchell telling me he is making me dinner,” Natasha said as she typed on her phone.
Mani pedis with Rita then I’m all yours,
she quickly typed. Rita smiled at her and took the last sip of her water.

“
Hope me and Dave get there some day,” Rita said sitting up.

“
So that’s his name,” Natasha said placing her phone on the table next to them. “Dave,” she said in a mock dreamy voice.

“
Stop that,” Rita said gently shoving her. “And anyway, we were talking about your sick reason not to move in with Mitchell. What’s up with that?” Rita asked looking at Natasha. There was a serious look in her eyes as she gave her best friend a hard, long stare. One that said, she had better tell the truth. Natasha took a long deep breath before taking her glass again for another sip.

“
It’s not that I don’t want to,” Natasha started trying to look for the right words. “It’s just that I don’t wan to rush things,” she said before finally looking up at Rita.

“
Who said you were rushing?” Rita asked taking Natasha’s hands in hers, careful not to smudge the newly polished nails. “You know what I really hate about you?” she said still looking deeply into Natasha’s eyes. “You over think everything. Sometimes it’s fun to just follow what your heart tells you to do and this is one guy I feel is right for you Tasha,” Rita said. Natasha’s cheeks flushed a little. For some reason, hearing her best friend say those words made her feel more comfortable about Mitchell. She probably just needed someone who had known her all her life to make the call even though the call was hers to make all along.

“
You really think so?” Natasha asked smiling.

“
Oh yeah and I am a pretty good judge of character,” Rita said before leaning back in her seat. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m not bragging or anything,” she added laughing

“
That’s subject to confirmation,” Natasha said blowing on her nails. “I am yet to meet him,” she added.

“
Well judging by the way I reacted to you dating Jay and Dane…” “…what was wrong with Dane?” Natasha asked interrupting her just as a spa attendant brought a huge bowl of fruit to where they were. Rita rolled her eyes and helped herself to a grape.

“
I never liked the way he looked at women’s feet,” she said as Natasha looked at her. “For all I care he would have been making wild sweet love to your Manolos while you were away,” she added laughing. Natasha laughed and leaned back in her seat.