Saturday early morning
I squirmed in my seat, wondering how he was going to feel about me confessing the reason for us having sex.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned, pulling me into his arms.
Pointing at his dick, we busted out in laughter.
“You may want to put him away first.”
The thick veins protruding were calling for me to take them down the back of my throat. I was still surprised the shoes hadn’t fallen off through the workout we just had for the past hour. Jerome chuckled, kissing my forehead and buttoning his pants up.
“So, tell what’s going on with you?”
“Tonight was amazing, Jerome, and I don’t regret it at all, but it came about because-”
Another knock came at his office door.
“Hold that thought,” Jerome said, kissing my lips and standing up, grabbing his shirt to answer the door. He tossed my dress to me, and I threw it back over my head before he opened the door further.
Jerome opened the door, and Charlie was on the other end with Sandra.
“There you are,” Sandra said as she pushed Jerome back, walking inside and putting her hands on her hips with a scowl on her face.
“She was looking for her friend, I tried to warn you earlier,” Charlie said, chuckling at us.
Jerome sighed and closed the door. He ran a hand down his face while we both waited for Sandra to say what she needed to say.
“I was looking for you, and I found you back here getting your back blown out?” Sandra asked.
I gasped at her statement and yelled, “Sandra!”
“What? You guys are cute. You finally got your man,” Sandra teased.
“What do you need? I was in the middle of talking to Jerome about something important.”
She looked between the both of us and then around the room.
“Came to see if you were ready to go home, but I’ll wait up front,” Sandra said, walking away and blowing a kiss at me behind his back.
I was shaking my head at her childish behavior. Jerome came to sit back down and raised my feet to put in his lap.
“You were saying before we got interrupted?” Jerome asked.
“Uhm...about what we did tonight or well early into this morning...What time is it anyway?” I questioned.
Checking the clock on the wall, I saw it was a little after two am.
“I don’t regret what happened, Kimmy.”
“You’re the only person that calls me Kimmy,” I said.
“Good, I should be the only one. Stop stalling and tell me what’s on your mind.”
Raising my feet, I showed him my shoes.
“Your shoes.”
“Tonight happened because I was wearing these shoes, and the minute I take them off, more than likely, I won’t be as bold as I was when I approached you earlier.”
He had a blank expression on his face.
“I was given these shoes by an old lady earlier tonight. Well, I met her at work yesterday morning when I was on break. I bought a candle from her, and a card was inside.”
I rambled on about what happened to me up to me walking inside his bar. Jerome burst into laughter, and I was shocked and confused.
“Kimmy, you can’t be serious. Magical shoes aren’t real.”
“It’s true, Jerome. The reason I didn’t want to remove them is because you’d see the real me.”
“The real you is a sexy, funny, smart woman that I’ve had a crush on forever. Stop thinking you’re not enough,” Jerome replied.
“I knew you wouldn’t understand.” I slid my legs off his lap and stood up, turning to leave. He jumped up, grabbing my elbow, stopping me from going.
“Wait! Why are you leaving?”
“I don’t want you to see what everyone sees. It’s best we just keep what happened tonight for what it was.”
“Kimberly, I want to see you again.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why? Because you think some shoes are the only reason I’d be turned on by you?” he questioned.
“I need to go. Sorry, Jerome,” I said, running out of his office. I tripped because of a small water spill, but I caught myself on the bar and broke my heel. Removing both shoes, I felt something weird in the air, and everything seemed quiet. Like yesterday afternoon, when everything was silent for a brief second. Jerome came up beside me, aligned with Sandra and Charlie.
“Kimberly, what’s wrong?” Sandra asked.
My eyes glanced around the room; I could hear them asking if I was okay, but I couldn’t say anything. Was I having a heart attack? I thought to myself. Sandra shook me, and I came out of whatever daze I was in and turned to her.
“Huh?”
“You zoned out, girl. What’s wrong with you? Did he do something to you?” Sandra pointed at Jerome.
“No, I need to go,” I responded and walked off.
“Kimmy, wait!” Jerome yelled from behind me.
Sandra followed behind, and we walked outside toward the car. I glanced at the old lady’s candle shop, and it wasn’t there. Shocked, I dropped the shoes and my purse, walking to the building. It was a brick wall with no windows.
“She was just here,” I muttered to myself.
“Who was?” Sandra asked.
“The shop that was here when we arrived,” I repeated.
“Kimberly, you need some sleep, girl.”
“I’m not crazy, Sandra, I know what I saw. Remember my shoes?” I glanced down at the black shoes she was holding in her hands.
“Wait, what happened to my red shoes?” I questioned.
“Girl, you’re tripping. Your shoes are black, they’ve always been black.”
“Am I tripping?”
“Yes, now let’s go so I can sleep before we head to your parents later today,” Sandra said, pulling me along to her car.
I looked back, wondering if all of this was just a dream. But the sex was real, and I could still feel him inside of me.