Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) by Love Belvin

the next couple of days. Taylor & Bacote Planning and Public Relations Corp . was ahead of the curb because they acted expeditiously.
    “You keep nodding and saying, ‘ Umm…hmmm ’ but not giving much feedback. I’m going insane over here. Give me something!” she trilled in exasperation, gesturing with her hands midair. Her agenda-consumed smile never left her face, which always concerned me. There was something behind her  eyes.
    “Poker-face, Ms. Talyor. You should develop one,” I murmured before pouring myself another glass.
    “That you do so well,” she murmured pensively while fixing her gaze on something towards the floor. She licked her lips before speaking again. “Tell me, Mr. Jacobs, why have you been ignoring my texts and advances?”
    Bingo! ... though I was slightly confused . I didn’t recall ignoring any texts, I’d never received any from her.
    “The advances can’t be ignored, but what texts are we referring to?” My expression was quizzical.
    “The ones in Vegas when I invited you to lunch. You never responded.” She looked unusually bashful, causing me to believe she was dead ass serious.
    “That’s because I never got them,” I offered, reclining back in my seat, stretching my arms out on either side of me.
    “You know lying is such an undesirable trait.” Her eyes were squinted and her voice icy.
    “That is true, but I’m being totally honest here. I never received a text from you or Shayna. I am a subscriber of two mobile phone services and have been for nearly fifteen years, I can assure you that I’m a master at keeping up with both. Had you texted me, I would have returned it in due time. My word.” I kept my tone even, though I resented the accusation.
    She searched my face for the truth. I had nothing to hide and didn’t want to give her the impression that I was the type of man who gave a shit enough to have to. I wasn’t pursing her, giving me no motive to lie.
    “Hmmmmm…okay. I believe you,” she spoke slowly while bending over in her seat to retrieve her glass and took a sip. “The question now is how did it get lost in cyber space? Or did your lady of the week intercept me?”
    My eyes shot up while I sipped my brandy. I wasn’t expecting that. This Dawn Taylor is a damn firecracker. I see that I need to switch gears to keep up with her.
    I chuckled. “That would be a negative.”
    I didn’t feel the need to explain any further, but Rayna would have never touched my phone. She would have to let down her guards long enough to care to play the jealous role. I swear, being involved with her was like fucking a woman, but being emotionally entwined with a man most of the times. She still had a problem with expressing her feelings. Shit, even in the cafeteria there at the rec center when Dawn called me into a private conversation to spite Rayna, Rayna didn’t react with rage as most women I know would have. And while her coolness in that incident worked to my favor, it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to deal with Rayna’s heightened guards when my feelings for her were growing so fucking intensely.
    “You sound so confident,” Dawn challenged smoothly while arching an eyebrow. I could tell she was a little nervous by how her fingers toiled with the hem of her dress.
    “Because I know her.”
    “How well?”
    “Why are we asking, Ms. Taylor?” I snapped, becoming a little ill-patient.
    With a tone of righteous indignation she spat, “I’m trying to get to know you, Azmir. It’s what someone does when—”
    “When?” My tone was pithy as my eyes shot straight to her face.
    Who the fuck did she think she was pimping? I had to admit, she was coming strong with her audacity, and that was somewhat appealing, but I wasn’t about to lay down my G for her to pick up and use against me.
    My repositioning tactic worked, Dawn was at a loss for words. I needed to gain the reins of this conversation. Rayna wasn’t up for discussion; she was a