swallowed as she noticed Night for the first time. How long has he been standing there? she thought. Did he see me acting crazy? D’Andra suddenly felt self-conscious and vulnerable. He looked like an African angel, his stark white drawstring pants flowed over his hips like water, tied just below that rock hard sculpted abdomen and inverted navel. He wore no shoes or shirt.
She tried with little success to pull her attention away from what she could have easily mistaken for a chocolate lollipop. How was she supposed to keep her mouth from watering when all she wanted to do was take a lick?
Frank helped her out of her dilemma. “Girl, stop eyeing that boy like he’s a rib slathered in barbeque sauce!”
“I wasn’t,” she said, licking her lips.
Frank chuckled, even as he noticed D’Andra’s discomfort. He took off his glasses and cleaned the lens with a handkerchief.
“Girl, I’d have handled it better if you’d cussed an old man out. To answer your previous question, that’s Chuck Berry, Mr. Rock and Roll himself!”
“Oh, right,” D’Andra mumbled, trying to regain her composure. She wanted nothing more than to glide her hands over the rock-hard chest of the man standing in front of her. Instead she refocused her attention on Frank.
“Thank you, Frank. I don’t like to take pictures, but you made it so much fun.”
“That’s my job, baby doll,” Frank answered. “It’s easy when I have a fine specimen like you in front of the camera.” With a wink, he turned and began placing his camera equipment back in its box.
Night’s eyes scanned D’Andra’s body. D’Andra warmed at his innocent perusal. “You were great,” he said, after a moment.
“You saw me?”
“Yes, I did.”
Their looks lingered on each other for only a moment, one that was charged with unreleased sexual tension that neither of them understood.
“Are you ready—”
“I should go—”
They both spoke at once, and shut up simultaneously.
“I should go,” D’Andra began again, her eyes downcast, her countenance demure. She looked at her watch. “I have to be at work soon and still need to get changed.” Actually, she didn’t have to be at work for two more hours but didn’t trust herself to be alone with Night once Frank left. And he expects us to exercise one-on-one, with him touching me? D’Andra…what have you gotten yourself into?
Night couldn’t explain the dejection he felt at the thought of her leaving. He wasn’t at all comfortable with the feeling and worked to rid himself of it. “I thought we’d get a chance to work out but all right then. Go on to your job. I’ll see you Thursday, four o’clock sharp.”
D’Andra smiled and shook her head. “Are you always this bossy?”
“Yes,” both Night and Frank answered simultaneously.
“Don’t hold it against him, child,” Frank continued. “Been like this as far back as I can remember, and I’ve known him since he was knee-high to a grass-hopper.”
At D’Andra’s curious expression, Night interjected. “An old southern saying that means since I was young.”
“Oh.” D’Andra enjoyed the obvious camaraderie that existed between Night and Frank, and in an unexpected moment of emotion, she missed the father she never had.
“Well, I’d better go.”
Night walked her to the door. “Thursday, four o’clock, be ready to work out.”
When Thursday came, D’Andra was more than ready to work up a sweat. She’d been through the wringer on her job, where the employees continued to bare the brunt of higher-ups and their unwise administrative decisions. One of the head nurses had quit, along with a clerk, lab technician and nurse’s aide. D’Andra loved working at Heavenly Haven, but didn’t need the added stress. Fortunately, as a nurse, she could always get a job somewhere else. If things continued the way they were at the nursing home, that’s exactly what she planned to do.
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She tried with little success to pull her attention away from what she could have easily mistaken for a chocolate lollipop. How was she supposed to keep her mouth from watering when all she wanted to do was take a lick?
Frank helped her out of her dilemma. “Girl, stop eyeing that boy like he’s a rib slathered in barbeque sauce!”
“I wasn’t,” she said, licking her lips.
Frank chuckled, even as he noticed D’Andra’s discomfort. He took off his glasses and cleaned the lens with a handkerchief.
“Girl, I’d have handled it better if you’d cussed an old man out. To answer your previous question, that’s Chuck Berry, Mr. Rock and Roll himself!”
“Oh, right,” D’Andra mumbled, trying to regain her composure. She wanted nothing more than to glide her hands over the rock-hard chest of the man standing in front of her. Instead she refocused her attention on Frank.
“Thank you, Frank. I don’t like to take pictures, but you made it so much fun.”
“That’s my job, baby doll,” Frank answered. “It’s easy when I have a fine specimen like you in front of the camera.” With a wink, he turned and began placing his camera equipment back in its box.
Night’s eyes scanned D’Andra’s body. D’Andra warmed at his innocent perusal. “You were great,” he said, after a moment.
“You saw me?”
“Yes, I did.”
Their looks lingered on each other for only a moment, one that was charged with unreleased sexual tension that neither of them understood.
“Are you ready—”
“I should go—”
They both spoke at once, and shut up simultaneously.
“I should go,” D’Andra began again, her eyes downcast, her countenance demure. She looked at her watch. “I have to be at work soon and still need to get changed.” Actually, she didn’t have to be at work for two more hours but didn’t trust herself to be alone with Night once Frank left. And he expects us to exercise one-on-one, with him touching me? D’Andra…what have you gotten yourself into?
Night couldn’t explain the dejection he felt at the thought of her leaving. He wasn’t at all comfortable with the feeling and worked to rid himself of it. “I thought we’d get a chance to work out but all right then. Go on to your job. I’ll see you Thursday, four o’clock sharp.”
D’Andra smiled and shook her head. “Are you always this bossy?”
“Yes,” both Night and Frank answered simultaneously.
“Don’t hold it against him, child,” Frank continued. “Been like this as far back as I can remember, and I’ve known him since he was knee-high to a grass-hopper.”
At D’Andra’s curious expression, Night interjected. “An old southern saying that means since I was young.”
“Oh.” D’Andra enjoyed the obvious camaraderie that existed between Night and Frank, and in an unexpected moment of emotion, she missed the father she never had.
“Well, I’d better go.”
Night walked her to the door. “Thursday, four o’clock, be ready to work out.”
When Thursday came, D’Andra was more than ready to work up a sweat. She’d been through the wringer on her job, where the employees continued to bare the brunt of higher-ups and their unwise administrative decisions. One of the head nurses had quit, along with a clerk, lab technician and nurse’s aide. D’Andra loved working at Heavenly Haven, but didn’t need the added stress. Fortunately, as a nurse, she could always get a job somewhere else. If things continued the way they were at the nursing home, that’s exactly what she planned to do.
Adding to the stress were the close
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