“We lost our parents to a boating accident seven
years ago, so we’ve pretty much had to depend on each other for everything. I
honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through those tough times without Rasheed.”
Vince’s expression was full of gentle
compassion in the flickering candlelight. “I’m sorry to hear about your
parents. That must have been devastating for both of you.”
“It was, but somehow we survived. Thank God
for siblings.” Smiling a little, Rebecca ran her finger around the rim of her
wineglass. “What about you, Vince? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
He nodded. “An older sister named Venetta.
She lives in Los Angeles.”
“Are you two close?”
“Yeah, we’re pretty tight. We talk on the
phone at least once a week.”
“That’s good,” Rebecca said warmly. “What
does she do?”
“She runs her own beauty salon.”
“Really? Well, the next time I’m in L.A.,
I’ll have to look her up and get my hair done.”
Vince smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
“And what about your parents?” Rebecca
inquired, wanting to know as much as possible about her new lover. “Do they
live in L.A. as well?”
“No,” Vince said quietly. “They passed away
several years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Rebecca murmured. “I
shouldn’t have assumed—”
“That’s all right. It was a long time ago.” Vince
gazed at her across the table. “It seems we both know what it’s like to be
orphans.”
“It seems so,” Rebecca agreed, as the words kindred souls whispered through her mind.
She reached for her glass and took another sip of water.
They fell silent for a few moments, listening
to the crackle and hiss of the logs in the fireplace. Although the Chinese food
was delicious, Rebecca found she wasn’t as hungry as she should have been,
considering the lovemaking marathon she and Vince had just completed.
“You said earlier that you don’t do well with
roommates,” he said, breaking the silence between them.
Rebecca glanced up from her plate with a
teasing smile. “Still trying to figure out a way to move in with me?”
His eyes glinted with mischief. “Maybe. So
which is it? Have you had lousy roommates in the past, or are you a lousy roommate?”
She laughed. “For your information, I’m a very good roommate.”
“Yeah? In what ways?”
“Help me clear the dishes,” Rebecca drawled,
her lips curving naughtily as she rose from the table, “and I’ll show you.”
Chapter8
“Okay, it’s not as bad as I thought it would
be.”
Rebecca glanced up from unpacking a box of
glasses to smile at the tall, honey-toned woman who stood at the living room
window that overlooked a view of downtown Baltimore. “What were you expecting, Cherelle?”
Cherelle Hagans turned from the window to
flash a dimpled grin at her. “When you told me you were downsizing to a cheap
apartment in Baltimore, I was afraid I’d find you living in some roach-infested
tenement in the projects.”
Rebecca arched a brow at her. “Do you realize
what a snob you sound like?”
“Uh-huh. Now ask me if I care?”
Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. “Girl, you
are a mess. Get over here and help me unpack these damn dishes like you’re
supposed to be doing.”
With one last glance out the ninth-story
window, Cherelle started across the room, her chocolate leather Birkin swinging
from the crook of her arm. She was a beautiful, statuesque woman with large,
heavy breasts and wide, ample hips that swung as easily as a well-oiled door as
she walked. Her long dark hair was stylishly braided, and she wore a burgundy
cowl-neck sweater and a pair of rhinestone-studded designer jeans that hugged
her thick, shapely legs like a second skin. The spiky heels of her black
leather boots added another three inches to her height, so that when she stood
beside Rebecca—who was five six—she practically towered over her.
The two women met as freshmen at Morgan State
University in
years ago, so we’ve pretty much had to depend on each other for everything. I
honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through those tough times without Rasheed.”
Vince’s expression was full of gentle
compassion in the flickering candlelight. “I’m sorry to hear about your
parents. That must have been devastating for both of you.”
“It was, but somehow we survived. Thank God
for siblings.” Smiling a little, Rebecca ran her finger around the rim of her
wineglass. “What about you, Vince? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
He nodded. “An older sister named Venetta.
She lives in Los Angeles.”
“Are you two close?”
“Yeah, we’re pretty tight. We talk on the
phone at least once a week.”
“That’s good,” Rebecca said warmly. “What
does she do?”
“She runs her own beauty salon.”
“Really? Well, the next time I’m in L.A.,
I’ll have to look her up and get my hair done.”
Vince smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
“And what about your parents?” Rebecca
inquired, wanting to know as much as possible about her new lover. “Do they
live in L.A. as well?”
“No,” Vince said quietly. “They passed away
several years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Rebecca murmured. “I
shouldn’t have assumed—”
“That’s all right. It was a long time ago.” Vince
gazed at her across the table. “It seems we both know what it’s like to be
orphans.”
“It seems so,” Rebecca agreed, as the words kindred souls whispered through her mind.
She reached for her glass and took another sip of water.
They fell silent for a few moments, listening
to the crackle and hiss of the logs in the fireplace. Although the Chinese food
was delicious, Rebecca found she wasn’t as hungry as she should have been,
considering the lovemaking marathon she and Vince had just completed.
“You said earlier that you don’t do well with
roommates,” he said, breaking the silence between them.
Rebecca glanced up from her plate with a
teasing smile. “Still trying to figure out a way to move in with me?”
His eyes glinted with mischief. “Maybe. So
which is it? Have you had lousy roommates in the past, or are you a lousy roommate?”
She laughed. “For your information, I’m a very good roommate.”
“Yeah? In what ways?”
“Help me clear the dishes,” Rebecca drawled,
her lips curving naughtily as she rose from the table, “and I’ll show you.”
Chapter8
“Okay, it’s not as bad as I thought it would
be.”
Rebecca glanced up from unpacking a box of
glasses to smile at the tall, honey-toned woman who stood at the living room
window that overlooked a view of downtown Baltimore. “What were you expecting, Cherelle?”
Cherelle Hagans turned from the window to
flash a dimpled grin at her. “When you told me you were downsizing to a cheap
apartment in Baltimore, I was afraid I’d find you living in some roach-infested
tenement in the projects.”
Rebecca arched a brow at her. “Do you realize
what a snob you sound like?”
“Uh-huh. Now ask me if I care?”
Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. “Girl, you
are a mess. Get over here and help me unpack these damn dishes like you’re
supposed to be doing.”
With one last glance out the ninth-story
window, Cherelle started across the room, her chocolate leather Birkin swinging
from the crook of her arm. She was a beautiful, statuesque woman with large,
heavy breasts and wide, ample hips that swung as easily as a well-oiled door as
she walked. Her long dark hair was stylishly braided, and she wore a burgundy
cowl-neck sweater and a pair of rhinestone-studded designer jeans that hugged
her thick, shapely legs like a second skin. The spiky heels of her black
leather boots added another three inches to her height, so that when she stood
beside Rebecca—who was five six—she practically towered over her.
The two women met as freshmen at Morgan State
University in
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