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He’s standing in the same spot, waiting. He smiles when he sees me.
“Sorry about that. It was my sister.”
“Ah, you good, ma. It’s your world. I’m just tryna fit in.”
I flash him a wide smile, pulling my shades down over my eyes. “Would you like for me to drive?” I ask as I place the BE BACK IN AN HOUR sign in the window on the door.
“Nah, baby, you wit’ me. I got this. The only thing you gotta do is tell me where you wanna go.” He disarms the alarm to his truck, then opens the door for me. He waits until I slide in, then shuts it. I’m impressed with his gentlemanly ways. I fasten my seatbelt. He climbs into the driver’s side, turning the ignition. “It’s me and you now, Paradise. Let’s go eat.” He pulls off.
I smile, resting my head back. “Yes, let’s eat.” And the first chance I get I’m gonna be eating the nut out of that dick!
Porsha
CHAPTER TEN
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. How’d your meeting go the other day?” Persia asks Paris, taking a sip from her wineglass. We’re having one of our usual nightcaps, unwinding from our day. Tonight’s wine of choice is Belondrade y Lurton Rueda, a delicious Spanish white wine. Dwele is playing low in the background.
Paris makes a face, giving her a confused look. “What meeting?”
“Uh, helllllllooooo. The meeting you had with some hot new designer who wants to sell some of his designs at the store.”
She laughs. “Ohhh, that meeting. Girl, it went really well. I like really him.”
“Okay, now I’m feeling left out,” I say, tucking a leg underneath me. I take a sip of my wine, smacking my lips. “Mmmph, I can drink this all night.” I am sitting on the sofa next to Paris. Persia is sitting in the chair across from us.
“I know,” Paris agrees. “We’ll end up being a bunch of drunken winos, messing with this bottle.”
I laugh.
“Uh, excuse you,” Persia says, laughing with me. “Speak for yourself. Now finish telling us about this designer.”
Paris takes a large gulp of wine. “There’s not much to tell. He’s fresh out of F.I.T. with his MFA. And his designs are definitely edgy.”
“Well, all I wanna know is,” I say, hoisting my glass up. “Is he fuckable? Or is he a Tutti Frutti?”
She laughs. “Girl, I don’t know. I wasn’t looking at him like that.”
I roll my eyes. “Girlfriend, you don’t have to be looking at him like that. But you can still tell if he’s someone we can slide down on the dick with, or if he’s someone we’ll be buying heels with.”
She keeps laughing. “Girl, I’m not messing with you.”
“Well, then. On another note,” Persia says, abruptly changing the subject, “my pussy’s twitching for some dick. Y’all feel like fucking tonight?” It’s been almost a week since our sexapade with Damon. And like usual, Pesia has tossed back three glasses of wine and is ready for another round of dick.
Paris and I both say, “Sure.”
“Who do you have in mind?” I ask, taking another slow sip from my glass. Aside from Damon, I wonder how many other men secretly seek ass play with women. And how many openly admit it.
“How about we invite Emerson over for some pussy? It’s been a while since we’ve worked him over. Hopefully it’ll prove my suspicions of him wrong.” She picks up her cell and dials his number. When he doesn’t answer, she leaves a message. “Hey, baby, it’s Persia. There are three hot, horny, pussies here wanting to get fucked good tonight. Come through and feed us that big dick.” She disconnects, then texts him. “If he doesn’t call or text back in fifteen minutes or so, or isn’t ringing this doorbell in thirty minutes, his number gets deleted.”
“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” I say, closing my eyes and imagining sucking on his dick again. That nigga has some of the best dick cream I’ve tasted. I lick my lips. “I can sure use another round of that nut.”
Paris laughs, knowingly. “I second that emotion.”
An hour and a half goes by, we are on our second bottle of wine, and Emerson still hasn’t called back. Nor has he responded to Persia’s text.
“Mmmph,” I grunt, glancing at my watch, “looks like we won’t be hearing from Emerson tonight.”
Paris agrees. “It sure looks that way, doesn’t it? Come to think of it, this makes it the second time he’s done this.”
