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I laugh. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I see someone’s been reading the dictionary this morning. What, that’s your new word for the day—repercussions?””
“Oh, you got jokes? You think there won’t be?”
I decide to appease him. ’Cause bottom line, I know there will be. “Baby, I know it’s gonna be whatever you say.”
“And don’t forget it, either. So what you’d do last night?”
“Oh, nothing much; I laid around with a wet pussy waiting for you to call; that’s all.”
“D
amn, baby. Sorry ’bout that. I got caught up talkin’ to Stax last night. Did he hit you up?”
“Yeah, he did.”
“Cool. So he’s ridin’ down with you on Sunday?”
Without thinking, I suck my teeth. “Yeah,” I say, flatly.
“Why you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you ain’t really beat.”
“I’m not. I mean. Stax is cool and all, but I don’t feel like being in a car with him for two hours. That’s a bit much. I don’t know why he can’t rent a car, or get a ride down there on Saturday with one of your boys. Hell, he should wait until his car gets fixed.”
“Yo, hol’ up. You actin’ like you got some kinda beef wit’ the nigga.”
“I don’t have beef with him.”
“Then why you trippin’?”
“I’m not tripping.”
“Then chill. You talkin’ like it’s some regular-type shit. Scoop my fam up, and be done with it, aiight?” He sighs, pausing. “Damn. It ain’t that serious.”
“I know it’s not. I already told you, I’m picking him up. I was only telling you how I felt about it. Sunday is our only time together, and I don’t wanna sit there and share it with him, or anyone else?”
He laughs. “Awwww, let me find out, my baby, wants me all to herself. You want big daddy all to yourself, baby?”
No, what I want is an empty passenger seat. “You already know,” I say, glancing back up at the clock. It’s five minutes to nine. The shop’ll be open in another hour or so. I flip through the appointment book. I have four clients scheduled today, and will probably end up with a walk-in or two before I bounce out of here tonight.
“I feel you, sexy. Don’t sweat that shit, though. I’ma be home in a minute, feel me? Then it’s on. We nonstop fuckin’—hard, ya heard?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan, pressing my thighs together, remembering how good Jasper used to use his lips, his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his deliciously thick dick—to work my pussy over until it ached and throbbed and erupted. I open my mouth to tell him how much I need to feel him inside of me, but the call is abruptly disconnected.
He’ll call back, I think, watching Felecia at the door, trying to maneuver carrying a Dunkin’ Donuts bag and her morning dose of Hazelnut coffee while digging into her Michael Kors python-trimmed leather hobo bag for the door keys. I walk over and open it for her.
“Thanks,” she says, walking in, then shutting the door with the back of her foot. “You’re here awful early this morning.”
“Yeah, I have a nine-thirty.”
“Oh, I thought your first appointment wasn’t until noon.”
“It was,” I tell her, walking over to my workstation, “but Bianca called last night and asked if she could come in this morning.”
“Oh, okay. She hasn’t been in here in a while.”
