top.
“Hi ladies,” he spoke in a low voice. “Yes, that is me.” He moved in closer and whispered in her ear. “But don’t tell anybody,” he joked, placing one well manicured hand up to his mouth.
She giggled well aware of what she took to be jealous stares coming from all directions… eyes were focused on her by most of the women surrounding her whether they were with a man or not. She tried to stay in close to make it appear that they were having an intimate conversation.
“The cover is fifteen dollars and if I may, I’d be happy to give you three complementary passes for opening night.” He pulled out three passes from the inside of his black form fitting jacket. “Glad to see that someone around here watches the news,” he joked.
“Anyway ladies, enjoy.” He lead them through the blue hallway and headed toward the coat check area, very much aware of the hard stares. There was no denying a spiked interest he provoked by the way the woman grabbed him. Purposely she squeezed his arm trying to gain his attention again.
Slightly pulling him to the side, she said, “How are you going to play me like you don’t know me? It’s me Naomi .” She squeezed his arm gently but firmly to press her point.
He focused on her face. Her short close cropped hair was done to perfection. Her make up flawless. Bothered the recognition of who she was just out of his grasp , he was interrupted by his partner, Luther, who was coming up the blue walkway with a wide semi disgusted grin on his face. The kind of grin one has right before going off and losing it.
“There you are. Excuse me ladies,” he said as he shifted from foot to foot in aggravation. “Your mother is here, and wants a front table seat. I tried to sit her as close to the band as possible but she wasn’t trying to hear it. She is demanding to speak to you.”
Kevin waved bye to the women and started to walk from their sight toward his mother.
“Thank you for the passes.”
“No problem, Naomi , enjoy your evening.” He released his arm from hers.
Kevin walked away, leaving the trio while hanging their coats up. The sight of her made his senses cringe, but not being able to pinpoint why he felt that way was odd. Although she did have a familiar air about her that instantly gnawed at him, his attention was distracted just long enough to quickly dismiss her. Naomi watched him as he strode away and made a mental note to catch up with him before the night was over. Oblivious and not caring of the fact that he may be there with another woman, her sheer determination and the biting challenge was on.
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“Girl, this is nice. You should have told me that we were coming here,” Savannah smiled as they rode the elevator to the top floor of the Drake. “ You know how much work we put into this? As a matter of f act, I saw the commercial that we wrote and produced earlier today.”
Upon the opening of the elevator doors, they were met by security, who checked them. Jasmine presented them with the tickets and moved on through, passing the long line that still waited to enter the club.
Essence of French Vanilla scented candles relaxed and consumed them, further invoking their senses with invitations of a more than sensual experience than they anticipated. Each table had ice trays that held smaller trays of fresh exotic fruits, furthering the allure of the club.
“Let’s sit over there,” Savannah pointed to a table that sat between the bay window and the band as they warmed up. Chills tingled her spine as she glimpsed out over Lake Michigan . A quick beat of momentary silence swept through her as she soaked in the infamous skyline. Midnight blue in