34
It’d been two weeks since I almost lost her.
That night, I’d left the hotel fully intending to forget about her by replacing her. Went to a bar and was quickly approached by a tall, sexy sister, the kind of sexy most men would jump through hoops to get a taste of. She sat next to me, offered to buy me a drink, and at first, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Then she flipped her hair and the scent of her perfume hit my nose. It was the same perfume Angela always wore. But she wasn’t Angela, and the perfume smelled different on this woman. When I smelled it on Angela, it reminded me of how it felt to hold her in my arms or listen to her breathe at night if she fell asleep before I did. But most of all, it made me think of making love to her.
As the woman talked about…hell, I don’t know what she was saying. Didn’t hear a word of it. All I could think about was how she was wearing Angela’s perfume but shouldn’t have been, because she wasn’t Angela. She didn’t look like her or sound like her, and I was one hundred percent sure she wouldn’t feel like her, either. As the woman smiled at me, probably waiting for me to respond to whatever she said, I realized I could sleep with ten women that night, and not one of them would feel like Angela or smell like Angela, or make me feel the way I felt when I was with her. So I paid for my drinks, the one I’d ordered but never touched, and the one the woman ordered for me that still sat full on the bar, too, and then I left, climbed in my car, and rode around until I came to terms with the fact that for the first time in my life, I was in love.
Now, in my car, as Angela reached over and hit the scan button on my radio, I glanced at her, and said, “Uh-uh. Driver is the DJ. Stop messing with the radio, Angie.”
She smirked. “What are you gonna do if I don’t? Spank me?”
“Yeah. Hard, too.”
She reached over and hit the seek button.
“Your freaky ass wants me to spank you, don’t you?”
She shrugged.
I grinned. “You think your mama’s gotten hot in the ass? Look at you. I remember a time when you acted all shy, buried your face in my chest, would damn near pass out at the thought of an orgasm. Now you just be taking the dick from me, waking me up on top of me and shit.”
She raised an eyebrow and turned in her seat as far as the seatbelt would let her to face me. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do with good dick? Enjoy it?”
I grinned harder. “Is it good, Angie?”
“You know it is. And anyway, you got a problem with me taking it?”
“Hell, naw! I’m just saying…”
“And, how can I take something that belongs to me? I mean, it is mine, right?”
“It’s yours like a motherfucker.”
“That’s what I thought. You keep talking shit, Ryan, and I’ma cut you off.”
“No you won’t.”
“Sure won’t.”
I chuckled as I reached over and squeezed her knee. “So this thing we’re going to, the Coily-Con? Is it a big event?”
She nodded. “Yeah, it’s a pretty popular convention. They hold it in a different city every year.”
“And this year it’s in Memphis, huh? What happens at these events? What do people do there?”
“Well, I’ve only been to a couple, but there are vendors, tons of them. And panels. I’m on the ‘ABC’s of Type 4 Hair’ panel tomorrow. Then, on the third night, there’s the Coily Awards dinner.”
“Hmm…”
She smiled. “You ready to back out now? Sound too boring?”
“Naw, baby. Can’t get bored if I’m with you. I’m looking forward to it. Can’t wait to get to the hotel.”
“Tired? I can drive if you are.”
“No, we’re only thirty minutes away, and I’m not tired, I’m horny.”
“Shit, me too.”
We both laughed.
“Hey,” she said. “Thanks for coming with me. I know things are crazy at work.”
I shook my head. “Things are okay. I think I’ve put out all the fires and my boss has calmed down. I’m not going to think about work this weekend. I’m just going to enjoy being with you.”
“And hundreds of other, probably thirsty women.”
“Baby, we could be in a crowd of a million women and I’d only see you. You got me, Angela. I’m yours.”
She reached over and rested her hand on my cheek. “And I’m yours.”