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head.
    “No?” he asked in disbelief.
    I shook my head again.
    “We agreed on ten spoonfuls.”
    “We said I’d try to get to ten spoonfuls. I can’t fit anymore in after six.”
    He glared at me with suspicious eyes. “I understand that you’re sick and all—”
    “…was sick,” I interrupted him.
    “… was sick, but this is all you’ve eaten since I left you this morning,” he protested. “C’mon, Brimm. I need you healthy again.” 
    “I am fine. I’ve been toilet-free since yesterday morning. The worst of it is over. I’ll start focusing on my hydration.” I took a sip of my bottled Evian water to placate him. “See?” I gave him a wink that awarded me a sexy smile.
    “So what now?” Azmir tapped his fingers leisurely.
    “What do you mean? You said you left work early to start preparing for tomorrow’s trip,” I quizzed.
    He scrunched his eyes and shook his head as he scoffed. “You’re incredulous, you know that?”
    “What do you mean? You did say that in the cafeteria.”
    “Yes, I did, but even the simplest of men would know that I was referring to you. I wanted to make sure you were well or at least in stable condition before I travel. So, you—you were my preparations. I wanted time to observe you in case I need to cancel the trip.” He sounded slightly annoyed.
    I felt as though the joke was on me. I didn’t know he was so thoughtful. I was still processing his good deeds over the past forty-eight hours.
    “Azmir, you would cancel business for me?” I didn’t recognize my own voice. I couldn’t begin to accept his care, I didn’t know how.
    Shaking his head again, he mumbled, “I can’t believe this.” But spoke louder when he asked, “If I were not here and you were one hundred percent well, what would you be doing?”
    “Hmmmmm…I realized how dirty my hair was when I got dressed earlier. It definitely needs a wash and before my trip to Adrian on Saturday morning. Ewwwwww!” I cringed as I scratched my head.
    He let out an exhale. “Come on.”
    Come on? Where? I followed him to the bedroom where he removed his pants and started unbuttoning his shirt. I scratched my head in confusion, “What are we doing?” It disturbed me that I was getting turned on by the mere sight of his smooth skin.
    “We’re going to wash your hair. You typically do it in the shower, right?”
    “Yes…”
    “Well, come on.” He walked into the bathroom and I swallowed the abundant amount of saliva that was collecting in my mouth. I started peeling off my cat-suit— my lucky cat-suit . I gave myself a smug look in the mirror. I had scored with Dawn Taylor. Next time I want to totally eliminate her.
    Azmir yelled out from the bathroom, “Your shampoos are in here, correct?” breaking me from my reverie.
    “Errr…Yeah,” I replied.
    A part of me was apprehensive about getting into the shower with a naked Azmir. What if I got aroused as I always did by it? Would he turn me away after having seen and smelled me over the past two days? I could never survive rejection from him. I decided it was too late, there was nothing that I could do at that point, so I went into the bathroom to step into the shower.
    The bathroom had started to steam, but I could still see his tall chocolate frame standing near the toiletry rack where he held my shampoo bottle. I nodded my head in agreement and he waved for me to come nearer. My heart rate accelerated and instantly I had no doubt that my sexual appetite had returned.
    Azmir’s hands were divine on my scalp. He massaged it firmly, but not too rough. A few moans escaped during his treatment. Even Adrian’s miracle hands had nothing on Azmir’s. He washed my hair twice and then applied conditioner. I couldn’t believe that he even went the length of combing the conditioner through before rinsing it.
    “Turn around,” he commanded after he was done with the comb. I regrettably knew it was time for him to rinse me and this unbearably pleasurable