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one who had handcuffed me all night. Whatever. I found my phone underneath the bed. I put my clothes on and walked out of the suite without saying good-bye, after erasing my number out of his phone. Fuck Mark Owen again. I got his groupie.

Chapter 8
    Cherise
    S ometimes, if I didn’t have anything better to do, I would entertain Gavin’s conversation. Gavin should be happy, because he is very handsome and has a great career. But something was missing with him. There are more than enough women to go around here, but he still doesn’t have one. I think he turns even the most desperate women off with his negative persona. His whole life is humdrum and he just complains and gossips more than the average woman. I guess that’s the journalist in him. In this phone conversation, he was trying to explain to me why he didn’t like taking his dates out to dinner. It was funny to get him riled up and hear him complain.
    â€œSo why didn’t you want to take her out to dinner, Gavin?” I asked as I flicked through the channels on my television.
    â€œBecause I don’t feel like driving to a restaurant, paying for parking, and then waiting for a table. I don’t feel like going through all that. I work all week, restaurants are overcrowded and overpriced, and I don’t feel like waiting in long lines just to eat. I eat out so much I don’t want to go out to another stupid restaurant, get fat, and be unhealthy. Can I get a nice home-cooked meal, how my grandma used to cook?”
    He just kept going on. I was pushing the mute button and laughing at him. I laughed and said, “Ladies want to go out on dates when they first start dating you, Gavin.”
    â€œBut don’t women know there are things we can do other than eat and go to a restaurant and spend money? Let’s do something different. Let’s go rock climbing. Let’s go to the gym and work out. Eating is not telling me anything about you.”
    â€œI don’t know what to tell you, Gavin. You are not going to ever meet a woman who doesn’t want to be wined and dined.”
    â€œThere’s some out there. When are you and I going out again?”
    â€œI don’t know,” I said as my phone beeped in my ear. I took the phone away from my ear and I looked down at the screen. It was Toni. Gavin was still rambling on. I interrupted him and said, “That’s my sister. I will call you back.” I clicked over to answer Toni’s call.
    â€œHey, sistah.”
    â€œDon’t sistah me. What were you doing?” Toni asked.
    â€œTalking on the phone. You just saved me from another dead-end conversation with Gavin.”
    â€œGavin—oh, that reporter guy. You should date him.”
    â€œNo, I shouldn’t,” I snapped.
    â€œI’m telling you, date the one who likes you more. It beats a blank. So I see you are not doing anything—get dressed so you can go out with me. I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.” I told her okay, but as soon as I hung up I closed my eyes. About fifteen minutes later she was at my door. I let her in and sat back on the sofa and yawned.
    â€œHow did you fall asleep that fast?”
    â€œI’m tired. It’s called working hard,” I said. She sat across from me wearing this cantaloupe-colored ruffled silk shirt, dark jeans, and black heels. Her honey blond hair was short in the back and flicked up in the front. Her gold hoop earrings completed the look. She looked like a fresh-faced teen instead of a thirty-one-year-old stepmother.
    â€œYou look cute,” I said as I sat up.
    â€œI know. That’s why I need to go out,” she said, striking a pose.
    â€œWhere is Dave—you know, that man you are married to?”
    â€œWho?” She laughed.
    â€œYour husband?”
    â€œIn the house where he should be. He begged me to stay in and wanted to watch a movie. I said nope, I have plans. He had fun for all these