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I nod. “Yeah, something with room service. What are you and Marcus doing tonight? Want to color the town?” I grin.
“Prowling?”
“Something like that.” I take my seat behind my desk, thinking about those damn eyes. It really is starting to piss me off, I’ve never been consumed with a woman in the flesh, but this is borderline crazy—she’s a figment of my imagination. My day passes rather quickly, with meeting after meeting. It’s almost five when I remember I haven’t called my mother.
“Shit.” I grab my cell, scroll down, and press her name. “Hey Mom.” I stretch my arm out as she screams in my ear. She can’t help it, we’re Italian. I smirk when she asks me when I’m going to meet a nice Italian girl and settle down. “You’re the last nice Italian woman, Mom,” I tease her. “Seriously, these women aren’t like you.” That’s the truth: she loves fiercer than any woman I’ve ever met, fights for what she believes in, can out cook any Italian restaurant in the Jacksonville area, nothing comes before her family, and she’s ridiculously passionate. I guess that’s what made her a great mother. I grin as I listen to her talk about my sister.
“How is that new brother-in-law of mine doing?” I’m actually curious if he’s keeping my sister safe and happy. She’s as beautiful as my mother; men flock to her. I remember beating a few asses before she met her husband. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of her marrying a military general, but like my mother, when she sets her mind to having someone, that’s it. I laugh, I guess we’re all like that.
I disconnect my call as I see Andy rounding the corner. He looks pissed. I motion for him to come in as he hits my button. “What has you heated?”
“It’s nothing work related,” he hisses as he helps himself to my bar. “It’s Tierra. Sometimes she just fucking drives me insane.” He gulps his drink.
“I told you when you started dating her she was going to be high maintenance,” I tease as I make myself a drink. “What happened?”
He shakes his head as he looks at me. “It’s not that. It’s that damn manager! I knew her modeling was going to take off … hell we all did.”
“Point?” I don’t see what the fucking big deal is. He married a lingerie and swimsuit model. “This isn’t anything new … comes with the territory.”
“She calls me just now telling me she has a photo shoot in Hawaii.” I still don’t see the issue; he looks at me. “With that slime-ball manager and photographer.”
I sit down. “Look don’t take this the wrong way; you married a hot piece of ass. Who happens to be a model … of skimpy things.” I take a swig of my drink. “Don’t tell me you’re insecure in your marriage.” I roll my eyes. “Dude we’re way too old to have adolescent behavior; she married you. You’ve got to trust her.”
“I trust her completely; I don’t trust that sleaze-ball manager or photographer.”
I don’t know what to tell him. “Did you two argue about her going?”
“I told her I forbid her to go with them.” I laugh without any regard.Idiot. “You sound like her now.”
“You can’t control someone. You can’t forbid her to do anything. Look, Gerry, Marcus, and I are going out tonight. Call Tierra, you two come with us. You need to chill and have some fun. Stop taking it all so seriously.”
“Maybe you’re right. I’ve been wound up tight with the deals we’ve got moving forward. We going to your club, Libation?”
“Of course.” I grin as I see Marcus arrive. “Go call that sexy piece of ass you call a wife,” I tease walking over to Marcus and Gerry.
* * *
I love my life.We’re having dinner at the VIP table—the best seat in the house. Perfect for scouting single ladies with an unlimited view of all the dance floors and bars. I grin when I see Andy’s wife. She’s flaunting her catwalk towards our table; his drink misses his mouth as he gawks at her. She’s dressed to party; I can practically see her nipples through the thin silver club dress. At least her ass is covered … well, when she’s standing. She’s five foot ten, but those heels make her legs appear longer. Her lips are pink and pouty; her bleach blond piecey hairstyle screams she spends a lot of time in the salon. Her eyes are a seductive, horny green heavily accented by smokey eye shadow.Andy’s an idiot. She’s practically drooling over him as she gets closer, oblivious to the heads that turn as she passes. His insecurities are unfounded.
“Here comes your sexy piece of ass.” I laugh, hitting him on the shoulder. I don’t give a fuck, we’re all best friends; she’s worth admiring, with the way she moves her body. I wouldn’t ever cross him nor any married man for that matter. Married women are like the apple in the Garden of Eden.
“Hmm, work it girlfriend.” Gerry stands, kissing her on each cheek. “Love the dress!” She’s all model … touch … kissy … fucking flirtatious. She slides in next to Andy, kissing him on the cheek.
“Let me touch them biceps Quinton.” She purrs my name. She loves to feed into my ego, and I remove my blazer.
Leaning closer, I say, “Feel me baby!” Andy shakes his head. I laugh at him.
She pouts at him. “You still got a ways to go to get those babe.” I manage to smother my laugh, which is fucking hard. I understand now why he’s taken a sudden interest in working out with me. He’s building his body for his wife.
Marcus leans in grabbing my bicep and shoulders. “Honey, this is all man.” I laugh. “It takes years to get this body.”
I nod as I eat my dinner; I feel sort of bad for Andy. He’s years from being anywhere even close to me, if he’s trying to achieve my biceps. Andy sips his drink.
“Well, it’s more than just working out every day,” I tease trying to playoff my efforts to them. “Genetics play a role. Not everyone can get these eighteen-inch biceps.” I flex, acting all cheesy. I do sound rather arrogant.
Tierra orders a drink and kale salad. “Yeah and special juice,” she teases. She rubs down Andy’s shoulders, making kissy faces at him.
“No way.” Andy frowns. “Babe, you know Quinton is all natural. He doesn’t put that shit in his body.” The conversation of my body has bored me. I start prowling, listening to the dance music.
