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Felicia. You remember her, don’t you? She’s the school secretary,” I explained.
     
    Why did I sound like a nervous teenage girl? I barely knew this man. I’d spoken to plenty of men in my lifetime. Why would this one be any different from the rest?
     
    Felicia sat down on a stool, offering me the one next to her. “Hi, Mr. Razor,” she said loud enough for him to hear.
     
    “Tell her, I said hello. When you’re done, why don’t you give me a call?” he asked, sounding like he was eager to end the call. “It’s not a big deal, just a quick question, I hope you’ll answer in my favor.”
     
    Now that sounded intriguing. I wasn’t exactly known for my patience, so I asked him what the question was.
     
    “Okay, well, I was wondering if you’d like to go on an official date with me? I’ll try to keep the media away. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try. Sorry about the debacle you walked into last night.”
     
    He didn’t have to apologize. I found it kind of fascinating actually. I’d never had people so eager to take my picture. “It’s fine. They didn’t bother me,” I said.
     
    “They will. Trust me. The media is like a group of crazy vultures. They are out for blood. I’ll see what I can do to keep them away from us. It seems like they love taking up real estate in front of my house. Don’t worry. I’ll come up with something,” E.J. promised me.
     
    I hated to bring this up, but I had to. “I want you to know something. I’m not very good at this dating thing. It’s been a long time since I dated anyone and…” I let my voice trail off, nervous about how to broach a touchy subject. “I’ve never dated a famous football player before.”
     
    There was a long silence on his end of the phone. On my side, Felicia was jumping up and down in her seat, flabbergasted that I thought it, let alone said it. The truth was, I’d never dated a man who wasn’t black. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to dive back into dating with a man I didn’t know anything about and who was so far removed from the world I was used to.
     
    “I don’t mean to sound rude, but why does it matter to you? You’re a woman -- a sexy ass woman -- and I’m a man. I guess, I don’t see what the problem is. Do you mind explaining it to me? So what if I play football! That’s what I do, not who I am. Call me crazy, but I think your problem with me has nothing to do with what I do.” He sounded like I’d offended him.
     
    “All I’m saying is, it’s been a while since I dated. I’m a little out of practice. I don’t want my first step back into the dating world to be more complicated than it already is. Can you understand that? I mean, I was with my husband since college. He was everything to me. He also happened to be a regular, working class man, so we could relate to one another without any problems,” I explained.
     
    E.J. laughed. “You were a woman; he was a man. End of story. I’m not asking you to marry me yet. I want to spend some time with you. I want to see where this could go. You’re obviously attracted to me and I sure as hell am attracted to you, so why create a problem where there isn’t one?”
     
    My voice caught in my throat. Did he say the ‘M’ word? “Who said anything about marriage?” I asked.
     
    “Believe me, after you spend some time with me, you’ll be begging me to marry you. Trust me; I know what I’m talking about. I’d like to think I know women pretty well,” he said, oblivious to how full of himself he sounded.
     

Chapter Six – Razor
     
     
     
     
    I   had the plan all in place and I was feeling damn good about it. It was solid. Hillary was primed to work with me on this one. She didn’t know it yet, but after I laid my smooth moves on her, she’d beg for me to make her mine. It would look like her idea.
     
    My phone vibrated in my pocket. “Hey, beautiful! What’s new?” I asked, feeling mighty proud of myself for how well things were