like? And don’t you leave out one detail. I ain’t had a man in three months, and I’m living my sex life through you until I find one.” She sat on my bed.
“Look, Dez, aren’t you gonna be late for work?”
Desiree glanced at her watch, then sucked her teeth. “Yeah, and? Don’t worry about me. I’ll get to work when I get there. Now stop playin’ and tell me about last night.”
Her eyes never left mine.
“You’re really not gonna let me get outta here unless I tell you, are you?”
“No.” She crossed her legs and smiled at me.
Ah, what the hell, I thought. I was gonna be thinking about it all day, anyway. I took my robe off the back of my closet door and slipped into it. Then I sat on the bed next to my friend.
“Okay, what you wanna know? And don’t be writing this shit in any of those damn journals of yours.” My voice was full of the excitement I felt, and so were Desiree’s eyes as she leaned closer.
“Who was he, and where were you last night? Oh, yeah, and did you get some?”
“Gurrrrlll, his name is Prince. And he is so fine!” I had to take a deep breath as I reminisced. “He’s the kinda brother a sister could take home on a cold winter’s night and never need a blanket.”
“For real! What’s he look like?” Desiree got all up in my face. I closed my eyes and an image of Prince standing in front of me, wearing his motorcycle jacket, appeared in my head. Just thinking about him made me squirm around in my seat.
“Come on, Melanie. Stop playing!” Desiree’s agitated voice interrupted my little fantasy. “What does he look like?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Dez.” I opened my eyes. “He’s about six-one, with these broad, sexy shoulders. You know who he reminds me of?” I sat back, smiling, because I knew she was gonna flip when I told her.
“Who? Who?”
“Morris Chestnut.”
“Morris Chestnut?” Her eyes got real wide. “You lying…”
I shook my head. “No, I ain’t. He could be his brother.”
Desiree got real quiet for a few seconds. I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not, but just the chance that Prince might look like Morris Chestnut must have been eating away at her. She thought Morris Chestnut was the finest man in the world, and jealousy was written all over her face as she fell backward onto my bed.
“Damn. So where’d you find him?” she finally asked. “This the first I’m hearing about this Morris Chestnut look-alike.”
“Believe it or not, he’s one of my brother Trent’s friends. I met him last night at Manhattan Proper.”
“Trent introduced you to one his friends?” Desiree sat back up skeptically. She knew my brother.
“Well, sorta. He introduced us, but he told Prince to stay away from me.”
“So how’d y’all hook up?”
“When I was leaving the club, he offered to give me a ride home on his motorcycle .”
“He’s got a motorcycle?” That was another detail that was sure to make her envious. “Wait a minute. Manhattan Proper closes at three o’clock. It’s quarter to eight. Where the hell y’all been for five hours?” She stared at me for a few seconds, putting together the pieces of what she believed. “Oh, Melanie, you fucked him, didn’t you? That’s why you in here changing your panties!”
“No, Desiree, we didn’t. But I had a mind to. It was just too soon.”
“Too soon? Please, it’s not like you ain’t never gave a man some on the first night.”
“I know, but this guy’s special.”
“He’s that special?” She sounded skeptical, and I couldn’t really blame her, with the kind of losers we’d been meeting lately.
“Desiree, do you believe in love at first sight?”
“I guess…I never really gave it much thought.”
“Well, I have, and the minute I saw Prince, I knew he was the guy I wanted to have kids with.”
Desiree looked like she couldn’t believe what I was saying, and I could barely believe it myself. I wasn’t the kind of woman to fall head over heels,
“Look, Dez, aren’t you gonna be late for work?”
Desiree glanced at her watch, then sucked her teeth. “Yeah, and? Don’t worry about me. I’ll get to work when I get there. Now stop playin’ and tell me about last night.”
Her eyes never left mine.
“You’re really not gonna let me get outta here unless I tell you, are you?”
“No.” She crossed her legs and smiled at me.
Ah, what the hell, I thought. I was gonna be thinking about it all day, anyway. I took my robe off the back of my closet door and slipped into it. Then I sat on the bed next to my friend.
“Okay, what you wanna know? And don’t be writing this shit in any of those damn journals of yours.” My voice was full of the excitement I felt, and so were Desiree’s eyes as she leaned closer.
“Who was he, and where were you last night? Oh, yeah, and did you get some?”
“Gurrrrlll, his name is Prince. And he is so fine!” I had to take a deep breath as I reminisced. “He’s the kinda brother a sister could take home on a cold winter’s night and never need a blanket.”
“For real! What’s he look like?” Desiree got all up in my face. I closed my eyes and an image of Prince standing in front of me, wearing his motorcycle jacket, appeared in my head. Just thinking about him made me squirm around in my seat.
“Come on, Melanie. Stop playing!” Desiree’s agitated voice interrupted my little fantasy. “What does he look like?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Dez.” I opened my eyes. “He’s about six-one, with these broad, sexy shoulders. You know who he reminds me of?” I sat back, smiling, because I knew she was gonna flip when I told her.
“Who? Who?”
“Morris Chestnut.”
“Morris Chestnut?” Her eyes got real wide. “You lying…”
I shook my head. “No, I ain’t. He could be his brother.”
Desiree got real quiet for a few seconds. I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not, but just the chance that Prince might look like Morris Chestnut must have been eating away at her. She thought Morris Chestnut was the finest man in the world, and jealousy was written all over her face as she fell backward onto my bed.
“Damn. So where’d you find him?” she finally asked. “This the first I’m hearing about this Morris Chestnut look-alike.”
“Believe it or not, he’s one of my brother Trent’s friends. I met him last night at Manhattan Proper.”
“Trent introduced you to one his friends?” Desiree sat back up skeptically. She knew my brother.
“Well, sorta. He introduced us, but he told Prince to stay away from me.”
“So how’d y’all hook up?”
“When I was leaving the club, he offered to give me a ride home on his motorcycle .”
“He’s got a motorcycle?” That was another detail that was sure to make her envious. “Wait a minute. Manhattan Proper closes at three o’clock. It’s quarter to eight. Where the hell y’all been for five hours?” She stared at me for a few seconds, putting together the pieces of what she believed. “Oh, Melanie, you fucked him, didn’t you? That’s why you in here changing your panties!”
“No, Desiree, we didn’t. But I had a mind to. It was just too soon.”
“Too soon? Please, it’s not like you ain’t never gave a man some on the first night.”
“I know, but this guy’s special.”
“He’s that special?” She sounded skeptical, and I couldn’t really blame her, with the kind of losers we’d been meeting lately.
“Desiree, do you believe in love at first sight?”
“I guess…I never really gave it much thought.”
“Well, I have, and the minute I saw Prince, I knew he was the guy I wanted to have kids with.”
Desiree looked like she couldn’t believe what I was saying, and I could barely believe it myself. I wasn’t the kind of woman to fall head over heels,
Similar Books
