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tell her about the gun and the duffle bag. He wanted this to be a fun and relaxing night for her.
“I see you like the classics,” he said, as he browsed her collection of albums.
“Yeah, I just love the way vinyl albums sound as opposed to CD’s.”
Song placed an album on the turntable and “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” began to play.
‘’That’s a good choice!” Brooklyn yelled.
He sat on the sofa, leaned back and sipped his wine. The ceiling fan overhead carried the sweet, enticing scent of her perfume throughout the loft.
The bedroom door opened and Brooklyn came out carrying her shoes. She wore a black lace cocktail dress and a thin strand of pearls. Her hair was pinned into a bun.
Song set his wine glass down on the table and took in the sight of her.
“Do you mind giving me a hand with my zipper?”
“Sure.”
She turned her back to him and he saw the lavender closure of her bra and the border of her matching panties. He felt himself becoming aroused. He longed to run his tongue over her smooth penny brown skin.
“One more thing; can you fasten my necklace? I was trying to adjust the length, but I couldn’t do it.”
She held her head down and he stepped closer to her. He fumbled with the clasp and then finally steadied his hands and fastened the pearls.
She turned to face him. “Thanks detective.”
He smiled. “Please, call me Song.”
“Song…I like that.”
“Just call me Brook or Brooklyn, whichever one you prefer.”
“I almost forgot; I brought you something.”
He reached down on the side of the sofa and handed her the decorative bag. She peeked inside and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Thank you, that was very thoughtful.”
She sat down and slid her feet into her heels. Song watched admiring her long lean legs.
“Brooklyn?”
She glanced up and held his gaze. “Yes?”
“You look incredibly beautiful.”
The remark not only took her by surprise, but it also surprised him. Did those words just come out of my mouth…It must be the wine, Song thought.
She smiled. “Thank you Song, you look nice too. I’ll be right back.”
She went into the bedroom and came out with a large yellow box and a bag.
“‘I can’t forget Lonette’s gift. I’m all set. I hope you don’t mind riding in the Town Car. My dad made me promise to stick with the security detail he assigned although I’m sure a big, strong detective, such as yourself can protect …Little ole me,” she said, rapidly batting her eyelashes.
Song laughed. “No, the Town Car is fine.”
“Good, let’s go.”
Chapter 24
About sixty of Lonette’s friends and family gathered on her rooftop terrace to celebrate her 38th birthday. Italian string lights hung overhead while the tables were decorated with votive lamps, red rose petals and white tablecloths. Lonette ran over and wrapped Brooklyn in a tight embrace as soon as she spotted her.
“Happy birthday, Lonette,” Brooklyn said, trying to talk over the loud music.
“Thanks girl, I’m so glad you made it. You look great and who’s the arm candy?” she said, eyeing Song.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners. This is Song,” Brooklyn said.
Song reached and shook Lonette’s hand. “Happy birthday,” Song said, enthusiastically, “You can just call me arm candy.”
Lonette let out a loud laugh. “Wow! He’s handsome and has a sense of humor. Grab a drink, there’s an open bar, and help yourself to the buffet; we have all kinds of yummy things. My guy is around here somewhere. Let me go find him so I can introduce you.”
“Okay, see you in a few, ‘Brooklyn said.
Song and Brooklyn sat at a corner table eating hors d'oeuvres, sipping champagne and watching the party goers on the dance floor.
Brooklyn took a bite of her crostini and looked across the table at Song. “Is this a date?” she asked.
He smiled. “Would you like it to be?”
Before Brooklyn could answer the question, Lonette interrupted.
“There you guys
“I see you like the classics,” he said, as he browsed her collection of albums.
“Yeah, I just love the way vinyl albums sound as opposed to CD’s.”
Song placed an album on the turntable and “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” began to play.
‘’That’s a good choice!” Brooklyn yelled.
He sat on the sofa, leaned back and sipped his wine. The ceiling fan overhead carried the sweet, enticing scent of her perfume throughout the loft.
The bedroom door opened and Brooklyn came out carrying her shoes. She wore a black lace cocktail dress and a thin strand of pearls. Her hair was pinned into a bun.
Song set his wine glass down on the table and took in the sight of her.
“Do you mind giving me a hand with my zipper?”
“Sure.”
She turned her back to him and he saw the lavender closure of her bra and the border of her matching panties. He felt himself becoming aroused. He longed to run his tongue over her smooth penny brown skin.
“One more thing; can you fasten my necklace? I was trying to adjust the length, but I couldn’t do it.”
She held her head down and he stepped closer to her. He fumbled with the clasp and then finally steadied his hands and fastened the pearls.
She turned to face him. “Thanks detective.”
He smiled. “Please, call me Song.”
“Song…I like that.”
“Just call me Brook or Brooklyn, whichever one you prefer.”
“I almost forgot; I brought you something.”
He reached down on the side of the sofa and handed her the decorative bag. She peeked inside and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Thank you, that was very thoughtful.”
She sat down and slid her feet into her heels. Song watched admiring her long lean legs.
“Brooklyn?”
She glanced up and held his gaze. “Yes?”
“You look incredibly beautiful.”
The remark not only took her by surprise, but it also surprised him. Did those words just come out of my mouth…It must be the wine, Song thought.
She smiled. “Thank you Song, you look nice too. I’ll be right back.”
She went into the bedroom and came out with a large yellow box and a bag.
“‘I can’t forget Lonette’s gift. I’m all set. I hope you don’t mind riding in the Town Car. My dad made me promise to stick with the security detail he assigned although I’m sure a big, strong detective, such as yourself can protect …Little ole me,” she said, rapidly batting her eyelashes.
Song laughed. “No, the Town Car is fine.”
“Good, let’s go.”
Chapter 24
About sixty of Lonette’s friends and family gathered on her rooftop terrace to celebrate her 38th birthday. Italian string lights hung overhead while the tables were decorated with votive lamps, red rose petals and white tablecloths. Lonette ran over and wrapped Brooklyn in a tight embrace as soon as she spotted her.
“Happy birthday, Lonette,” Brooklyn said, trying to talk over the loud music.
“Thanks girl, I’m so glad you made it. You look great and who’s the arm candy?” she said, eyeing Song.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners. This is Song,” Brooklyn said.
Song reached and shook Lonette’s hand. “Happy birthday,” Song said, enthusiastically, “You can just call me arm candy.”
Lonette let out a loud laugh. “Wow! He’s handsome and has a sense of humor. Grab a drink, there’s an open bar, and help yourself to the buffet; we have all kinds of yummy things. My guy is around here somewhere. Let me go find him so I can introduce you.”
“Okay, see you in a few, ‘Brooklyn said.
Song and Brooklyn sat at a corner table eating hors d'oeuvres, sipping champagne and watching the party goers on the dance floor.
Brooklyn took a bite of her crostini and looked across the table at Song. “Is this a date?” she asked.
He smiled. “Would you like it to be?”
Before Brooklyn could answer the question, Lonette interrupted.
“There you guys
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