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Renee
Okay, I was probably wrong for laughing, but that was some funny shit. Calvin had gotten knocked the fuck out before he even had a chance to see it coming. Ha-ha! Calvin’s my boy and all, but he ain’t from the streets like Ron.
I leaned back in my chair while sipping on my third drink. I could still see the look on Danny’s face when she went sliding across the floor, skirt up, thong showing. Yo, that was crazy. Now, any other time I would have jumped out of my seat and ran to my girl’s aid, but you know, truth be told, Danielle brought that one on herself. What the hell was she doing on the dance floor lip-locking with my ex? We had vowed never to mess with each other’s men, past or present. So, what do you call what she was doing? They were grinding and rubbing all on each other. I don’t blame Ron for clocking Calvin, although the person he should have been checking was Danny’s ass. Yes, I’m not even going to front. I am jealous because Calvin would rather spend his evening with my girl than me.
“Renee, let’s dance.”
I startled because I didn’t even hear him walk up to me. David Lovell. Nice dude. Short as hell but cute. I finished my drink, draped my slender purse over my shoulder, and followed him out onto the floor. It was a fast number, so I didn’t have to worry about him trying to cop a feel. I swayed the way I always do when I know I look good and grinned over at him.
“Whatchu know good?” he asked.
“Not a damn thing. Whassup wit’ you?”
“Same ole, same ole. Dee-Dee and I split up so I’m tryin’ to adjust to bein’ back in the game.”
I almost laughed in his face because this was his way of letting me know he was available.
“I hear you’re writing books?”
I nodded. “And what are you doing with yourself these days?”
“I’m a Columbia police officer.”
“Really?” David nodded. “Well, I’m impressed.” I was, really, because most of the dudes I knew from back in the day weren’t doing a damn thing with their lives. They were all in jail, still living with their mamas, or gay.
Reaching down, he removed his cell phone from his hip. “I want yo’ number now before you run off and I don’t see you for another fifteen years.”
I rattled off my cell and watched as he danced and programmed in the number at the same time. My purse started vibrating.
“That’s me calling, so you now have my number. Make sure you hit a brotha up from time to time.”
I nodded. The music changed to Cardi B and I started rocking like all the other young folks. I watched David move and I’ll have to admit he had some skill. I checked him out from head to toe. He’d gained a little weight over the years, but it seemed to be in just the right places. His chest was buffed, and his arms had some muscle definition going on.
It’s funny how you never think about a person until you see them again and then you’re flooded with all kinds of memories. David was a year older than me in high school. I remembered having the biggest crush on him while he was dating Genice Prince. When I had found out they had split up, I had jumped at the chance to be with him, but by the time I found the guts to ask him out he had moved on to someone else. By then I had met Mario.
The music slowed down and I met David halfway. He draped his arm around my waist and gave me a long, dimpled smile. “I see you’re still lookin’ good.”
I nodded. “So, do you.” He pulled me close and I could feel the evidence of his attraction. I rubbed, trying to get an idea of how much the brotha was working with. I’d heard the rumor. Now I wanted the facts.
“I used to have a crush on you.”
I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make my day, because it did. For the next few minutes we stared at each other, thinking about what could have been, until the end of the song.
“How about we go get some breakfast and see where the rest of the night leads?” His voice was thick with need. David was moving his hips the right way, grinding against me. I was loving every minute of it. On the sly, he took my hand and I thought he was guiding it to his crotch; instead, he pressed my palm against the side of his thigh. Good Lord! His thang hung halfway between his ball and kneecap. If I had known David had it like that, I would have rode his ass years ago. As hard as it was, it was obvious he wanted some of this really bad. Shit, why not? I hadn’t had any real dick in a while.
“I’m not in the mood for any breakfast,” I purred.
“What do you want, then?”
I reached down between his legs and squeezed. "This.”
“Shit!” David groaned. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. One more dance and we’re outta here.”
He ain’t said nothing but the word. I was more than
ready.
