from her breasts. “Not
bad, Rhoda!” She smiled and slipped into her new black pumps she
bought even though Sharnette tried her best to get her to buy some
stilettos.
“ You’ll knock ‘em dead
with this, Rho.” Sharnette held up the four-inch heels and
immediately Rhoda grimaced. No way would she be wearing those
things when she could barely stand in anything over two
inches.
Breaking her neck wasn’t
something she wanted to do when meeting this man.
Now with her dress fitting
comfortably, it was time to apply makeup and get ready for the
night. Hopefully the club wouldn’t be one of those pretentious
places she abhorred because she looked forward to enjoying herself.
More importantly, she hoped Dr. Fairlight was the man she’d been
searching for to cure the loneliness she’d been feeling for a long
time.
No time like the present to
find out.
* * * *
Nicholas took a look at
himself in the glass and adjusted his black necktie. Alexander had
informed him the place they were going to was a snazzy club and to
dress accordingly. If anyone had a problem with dressing
appropriately, it was Alexander. He hated wearing ties and
preferred jeans, along with gym shoes, on a casual night
out.
Nicholas concluded
Sharnette must’ve worked her mojo on his friend again to convince
him to go to this new bar. Ah, wouldn’t he love to be under that
spell, even if it were only for a moment?
Nah.
Satisfied with his
appearance, he checked his digital clock next to the bed. Eight o’
eight. Might be time to leave the apartment and make his way to the
club to meet them at the door as they’d discussed. It should be
easy to get a taxi there since it was less than a half an hour away
from his condo. Driving was never a consideration for Dr. Fairlight
because he loved being chauffeured. Besides that, the thought of
driving a vehicle scared him and he didn’t want that type of
responsibility.
Grabbing his cellular and
house keys, he strolled from the bedroom and dragged his hand along
the wall to shut off the light. Excitement flowed through him as he
pondered a night out with friends and possibly a potential lady to
be.
He hadn’t been this joyous
to go out at any time in the past but this evening just seemed like
it would be a success.
Rhoda sounded like just the
medicine he needed to cure the emptiness in his life.
* * * *
“ Woohoo! I’m lovin’ this!”
Sharnette held on to Alexander, looking like a kid in the line at
Six Flags. “I do love a crowd.”
“ Mhmm…” Rhoda nodded,
knowing she didn’t exactly relish it, but she wanted to try being a
bit more outgoing for her date tonight. Even Alexander told her to
let her hair down a little and enjoy herself.
“ You just love people,
period, darling. I know you enjoy watching them.”
“ Yes, I do. Always feed
the muse, baby. Hey Rho, we’re gonna get one of those Long Islands
for you to drink tonight. Perhaps it will loosen ya up.”
“ Perhaps too much.” Rhoda
face scrunched up thinking about the last time she had more than
one alcoholic drink similar to a Long Island. Oh, what a night that
was. Standing on top of the bar with Sharnette, singing Duran
Duran’s Hungry Like the Wolf with the trademark howling at the end. Just
recalling that caused Rhoda to shudder. How on earth she let
Sharnette convince her into having another drink was beyond her.
Never again, though. She’d gladly chicken out and grab a chilled
glass of Moscato. A lot less embarrassment to be had and no
hangover as long as she didn’t go over her own limit of
two.
With the soft breeze
whipping around her, Rhoda took a gander at all the well-dressed
people standing in the same line. Mostly couples of every variety,
donning their best outfits and anticipating getting in to the
opening, while she, Sharnette, and Alex stood at the VIP side,
since her friend knew the owners. This was no surprise since
Sharnette knew everyone.
Alexander looked down at
his phone. “Ah good, Nicholas is