Aurelia gasped loudly when she saw Baron round the corner of the backyard. Her shaky hands instantly loosened on the mower handles, thereby turning it off. Now nothing but the slight morning breeze caressing nearby tree leaves could be heard in the backyard.
What is he doing here? Aurelia mused with her heart hammering against her ribs.
Had she sexed Baron up too much and turned him into a real stalker? Or had he come in the name of love?
There was only one way to find out the answers to her questions.
After taking a deep breath, Aurelia flung open the door of her mouth with words this time. “What are you doing here, Professor?” she asked, putting her hands defiantly on her hips. Her eyes flashed with fire even as her hidden valley began to pulse with need.
Instead of being offended by her fiery response to his presence, Baron moaned and licked his lips. Now he wished he had come sooner. He would have been here sooner had he not had final exams to administer all week and then taken a brief, yet extremely necessary business trip to Vegas.
“You know why I’m here, Aurelia,” Baron replied impassioned, moving closer to her. “Why I had to come as soon as my work schedule allowed.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you again, Baron.” Aurelia frowned, folding her arms across her stimulated bosom, lest he see just how turned on she was from the mere sight of him in that white polo shirt and those khaki trousers. “Besides, don’t you think this is a little too far to travel for a booty call?”
“Is that how you’re labeling what we did that night? Mere sex? A booty call? I made love to you, Aurelia. Love!” Baron countered fervently, pushing his sunglasses up and past his hairline so that she could see his eyes as he stood directly in front of her now. “I thought you made love to me, too, based on your heartfelt words and the delicious way you responded to me.” He licked his lips again. “In fact, the last I heard, you had fallen just as deeply in love with me as I had you.”
“The last I heard, your family wasn’t open to interracial dating,” Aurelia quipped, fighting against the potent memories he invoked with his fervent words. And the sincere affection shimmering in his eyes proved that he was no obsessed stalker, but rather a man deeply in love.
“My brother Earl isn’t open to such dating. I am,” Baron replied firmly. “In fact, I’m open to interracial marriage, which is why I was about to ask you to marry me that night before Marquess interrupted us. Why after turning in the final grades of all my classes and handling some unexpected business in Vegas, I caught another plane and flew all the way here late last night just so I could ask you to marry me today,” he added, laying all his cards on the table as usual.
Aurelia inhaled sharply. “Y…you want to m…marry me?” she stammered out.
“Yes.” Baron pulled a ring out of his pocket to prove his intentions. “I love you, Aurelia Bunting. I don’t ever want to be without you again. Please marry me, baby,” he said, dropping down to one knee on the freshly cut lawn.
Who cares that he was ruining the knee of an expensive pair of trousers? Only one thing mattered in this pivotal life-changing moment – Aurelia’s answer.
© 2009 by Mi’Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier