had designs on you. You’re hot.”
“ Ah-huh. I thought so. Typical male. Now, since you were truthful, you can ask me a question.”
His fingers and thumb cupped his jaw in a thoughtful pose. “Hmmm…would you like to have sex with me?” Before she could answer, he leaned in and his lips picked up where they left off at Sherri’s arrival. Tormenting my neck, he switched between nibbling kisses and soft bites, as his teeth sank into my skin as an obvious inducement to say yes .
“ I could answer that question with a single word, but let me give an explanation. I’m in love with someone. We lived together until three months ago when he moved back to his hometown—St. Louis. That was very bad for me. I sulked for over two months, then some good things started to happen. My sister won this trip and brought me to Hawaii, and just before we left, I was promoted to lead dancer and assistant choreographer.”
Even in the darkened room, his wide eyes were visible. “Wait, hold on. You’re a dancer?”
“ Yes. In one of the girly shows in Vegas— Zumanity .”
“ Wow. That’s something. I’ve never done anything professional, but I’ve been involved in dancing since I was eight.”
“ That’s fantastic.”
“ You know. I really like you. Yes, I’d like to go to bed with you. Why shouldn’t I, you’re gorgeous and truthfully, I’m a little curious about the alleged sexuality of black women. However, I’m willing to wait until you want to, if ever.”
I want to now.
“ If we make love, wonderful, and if we don’t, that’s okay.”
No it’s not, dammit.
“ I don’t need any more notches in my headboard.”
Yes, you do. You need mine.
“ I have an idea. Tomorrow, I want to take you to the dance studio I use. We’ll work out together. Would you like that?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t bring a leo or shoes. I have nothing.”
He looked so animated, so happy, she just had to go along. “I’ll tell you what. I have a friend about your size. I’ll stop by her place on the way in and borrow some from her. Is that all right?”
Hoping her disappointment didn’t show, she nodded.
“ Do you use leg warmers?”
She nodded. “If she has them.”
“ Great. It’s a date. Let’s finish off the night by dancing a set, then I’ll take you back to the hotel so you’ll be nice and fresh in the morning. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Just like that, her date with the Hawaiian hottie ended disappointedly with her honor for the night intact. Tomorrow will be another day.
* * * *
She opened her eyes to the squawk of gulls and sat up. She walked out on the balcony in her nightshirt and inhaled a deep drag of ocean air. It was so beautiful here, she could almost feel the presence of the creator.
She’d hoped to wake up naked in Kino’s powerful arms, a satisfied woman who had once more known the pleasure of a man—a godlike man.
Jessie . She wondered how she ended up? It was still early, but she decided to knock on the door to our adjoining rooms. “Jess, are you there?” No answer, she turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The bed had not been slept in. There was no sign of her.
Jessie, you sly dog. I hope you fucked his socks off.
She picked up the phone, thinking she’d call, then decided it was still too early to call her.
* * * *
She knew Glory was in good hands, so she didn’t feel bad leaving her with Kino. After a couple drinks and a half dozen dances, Del took her to his room at the Ala Moana Hotel. He really was a good dancer, better than Darnell. Of course, recalling the rumor ‘good dancers make good lovers’ had her dying to check him out. The conclusion? She was a believer. Del was attentive and sweet, and a devilishly good lover.
She glanced at him. He was still sleeping. The clock read 7:15. She laughed silently. She must not have regretted it, because she was up early. Quietly slipping out of bed, she took her phone into the bathroom. She needed to call
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