with her right now.”
“Whatever. We’re coming. So gird your loins, bitch, and have cocktails ready.”
Abruptly listening to a dial tone, Margot whispered, “Shit.”
Unsettled, Margot ran the streets so hard she didn’t see Nori for days. She deliberately left early in the morning with a purse full of jewelry making supplies, and when she wasn’t with friends, sat in restaurants or museums so she wouldn’t be home if he came by. And he did, twice.
“Where are you?”
Sitting on a bench by the river thinking about you. “Working.”
He sighed into the phone.
“Will I see you tonight?”
“No. I’m on a roll right now. I gotta work.”
“I won’t bother you.”
“Yes, you will.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I would. And since you’re doing some work for me I suppose I should be sensible. Okay. I’ll call you later.”
And he did. He called every morning and every night, his deep sad voice making her feel guilty when she told him she was working and couldn’t see him. But she needed the distance. She wanted him too much, too fast. It was a point of pride to stay away, if only to see if his impact was as potent as it seemed.
Sadly, it was. After one night in his arms, the equivalent of five minutes in the span of the typical relationship, she felt Alice down the rabbit hole lost. She could literally feel herself falling under his spell, and it was disturbing how open she was to the idea.
Aside from being tall, fine and great in the sack, Nori was everything she usually stayed away from in a man. He was too confident, too rich, too used to giving orders and having them obeyed, and he had too much swagger. He was too smart. Smarter than her.
If they did get together her only advantage would be that she was the one with the pussy, and that she had more common sense. Right now neither of those things was helping to quiet her nerves.
She was antsy as hell without him. The only time she got any relief was when he called. Perversity being her middle name, when he did she didn’t always answer. But it was soothing seeing his name on her phone and knowing he was thinking about her.
It wasn’t even the sex she missed, though their brief but heated night together played in her mind like a song on repeat. Nori was the shit in bed. No doubt. She shifted in her chair, a hand reaching between her legs to pet her girl, tingling in longing and remembrance.
“I don’t know why you’re playing games with that man like this,” Tommy said the next day.
They were at the Peninsula having wine with lunch. Rather, Margot was just having wine. She hadn’t really felt like eating since Nori left.
“I’m not.”
“No? Well, then you need to stop being a scaredy cat. Stop trippin’. Let that motherfucker love you. It ain’t gon’ kill you, you know.”
No, Margot realized, it wouldn’t. But the stress of being away from him very well might. She was playing with her cell now trying not to text him. Rather, she was trying not to hit send, since she’d already composed the text: I wanna c u. U free?
Fuck it. She hit send.
“You know he gon’ try and boss me.”
“So? Maybe he’ll surprise you. He ain’t no poop butt ass knucklehead like your usual bed mates, and he ain’t no abusive ass freak like that MF George. He’s legit. Handsome, cultured, smart, rich, and according to you he fucks like a dream. That might be worth owning and being owned.”
“Then why you runnin’ from Dom?”
“We ain’t talkin’ about me! We talkin’ about yo’ sorry ass. Stop hidin’ behind that fuckin’ jewelry and let someone love you for more than one night.”
Margot tipped the last of her second glass of wine down her throat and rolled her eyes. Dramatic ass heffa. Her phone dinged: I’ll b there n two hours. Shall I bring dinner?
No , she answered. I’m cooking. Suddenly she was feeling hungry.
Chapter five
When his lawyer and best friend Lado burst in without knocking, Nori was not in the