And it was funny how some things with Leroy were still a natural reflex for her, like handing him a napkin and telling him he had crumbs in his beard. How she ordered water for him because he never seemed to remember that scotch wasn’t a good thing to chase your food with.
His food half-eaten, Leroy asked, “Was dinner all you had planned, or was there something else?”
He had that shit-eating grin on his face like he already knew the answer.
Adrienne didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “No, there was nothing else.”
Leroy looked her up and down then, from her come-fuck-me heels to her cleavage-baring fuck-me dress. He knew. He had to know.
Adrienne was serving pussy on a platter tonight and it was obvious.
“I’m merely saying, if there was something else on the agenda, like bowling or miniature golf, I’ve got some time on my hands.”
No, it had been neither, but she had intended to show her athletic ability tonight, and it was a shame that it wasn’t going to happen now.
The quick shifting of her eyes gave Adrienne away.
Leroy crossed his arms over his chest. “What? Were ya’ll going to his place or yours?”
“Fuck you, Leroy.”
“So, you were going to get a room?” Leroy was on a roll now.
“Fuck you, Leroy.”
Leroy leaned forward and whispered, “I could rent a room, you know, with a view.”
Adrienne sucked her teeth. “You’re too damn cheap for that. You forget I know you, Leroy.”
If Adrienne didn’t know better, she’d say that Leroy had planned the entire thing to make her look bad, but it was hard to believe that even he would stoop that low.
Adrienne dabbed at the corners of her mouth and threw the napkin on the table.
She had a choice; it was obvious. She could either take her asshome and leave an angry message on Darrell’s voice mail, or she could go upstairs with Leroy.
She looked to her left where the revolving door spun slowly.
It would be a cliché to take him upstairs, to fuck him in the bed that she had anticipated fucking Darrell in … so …
She turned right.
She said, “I’m going home, Leroy, and I’m going to need a lift.”
• • •
Randy Crawford was playing on the car stereo. Leroy sang softly along to “Street Life.”
Adrienne looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, you’re a songbird now?”
“I’m a lot of things you never thought I was,” Leroy replied with a grin.
She let the words pass between them. She knew better than to dwell on any of it. After all, she had been married to this man.
And she didn’t dwell on Leroy’s hand reaching over now and then either, resting on her bare thigh and knee. Except she was getting warmer sitting next to him and she wasn’t sure why, and trying to be cool while discreetly adjusting herself on his leather seats proved to be quite difficult.
Adrienne pulled at her dress because the cocky motherfucker that Leroy was, he’d probably think she was trying to entice him.
“You okay over there?” he asked.
The question startled her.
“Yes, I’m just fine,” Adrienne said through gritted teeth.
“Thinking about your … date ?”
Adrienne could feel Leroy’s eyes on her.
“No, Leroy, I’m not thinking about anybody.”
“Okay, okay. I was just checking on you. I do worry about you, Adrienne.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”
“Oh, no doubt,” he said.
And there was Leroy’s hand again, and as if he was realizing it for the first time, this time he snatched it away.
“Damn, Adrienne. I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to cross any lines. I was just driving and vibing, you know and …”
“And?”
“Well, your legs; they’re soft.”
Adrienne felt her confidence returning. “Weren’t they always?”
“Yes, they were.”
Adrienne could have left it at that, could have left the conversation right there, but she didn’t.
Instead, she leaned back in the comfortable leather seat and let her dress rise farther up
His food half-eaten, Leroy asked, “Was dinner all you had planned, or was there something else?”
He had that shit-eating grin on his face like he already knew the answer.
Adrienne didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “No, there was nothing else.”
Leroy looked her up and down then, from her come-fuck-me heels to her cleavage-baring fuck-me dress. He knew. He had to know.
Adrienne was serving pussy on a platter tonight and it was obvious.
“I’m merely saying, if there was something else on the agenda, like bowling or miniature golf, I’ve got some time on my hands.”
No, it had been neither, but she had intended to show her athletic ability tonight, and it was a shame that it wasn’t going to happen now.
The quick shifting of her eyes gave Adrienne away.
Leroy crossed his arms over his chest. “What? Were ya’ll going to his place or yours?”
“Fuck you, Leroy.”
“So, you were going to get a room?” Leroy was on a roll now.
“Fuck you, Leroy.”
Leroy leaned forward and whispered, “I could rent a room, you know, with a view.”
Adrienne sucked her teeth. “You’re too damn cheap for that. You forget I know you, Leroy.”
If Adrienne didn’t know better, she’d say that Leroy had planned the entire thing to make her look bad, but it was hard to believe that even he would stoop that low.
Adrienne dabbed at the corners of her mouth and threw the napkin on the table.
She had a choice; it was obvious. She could either take her asshome and leave an angry message on Darrell’s voice mail, or she could go upstairs with Leroy.
She looked to her left where the revolving door spun slowly.
It would be a cliché to take him upstairs, to fuck him in the bed that she had anticipated fucking Darrell in … so …
She turned right.
She said, “I’m going home, Leroy, and I’m going to need a lift.”
• • •
Randy Crawford was playing on the car stereo. Leroy sang softly along to “Street Life.”
Adrienne looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, you’re a songbird now?”
“I’m a lot of things you never thought I was,” Leroy replied with a grin.
She let the words pass between them. She knew better than to dwell on any of it. After all, she had been married to this man.
And she didn’t dwell on Leroy’s hand reaching over now and then either, resting on her bare thigh and knee. Except she was getting warmer sitting next to him and she wasn’t sure why, and trying to be cool while discreetly adjusting herself on his leather seats proved to be quite difficult.
Adrienne pulled at her dress because the cocky motherfucker that Leroy was, he’d probably think she was trying to entice him.
“You okay over there?” he asked.
The question startled her.
“Yes, I’m just fine,” Adrienne said through gritted teeth.
“Thinking about your … date ?”
Adrienne could feel Leroy’s eyes on her.
“No, Leroy, I’m not thinking about anybody.”
“Okay, okay. I was just checking on you. I do worry about you, Adrienne.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”
“Oh, no doubt,” he said.
And there was Leroy’s hand again, and as if he was realizing it for the first time, this time he snatched it away.
“Damn, Adrienne. I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to cross any lines. I was just driving and vibing, you know and …”
“And?”
“Well, your legs; they’re soft.”
Adrienne felt her confidence returning. “Weren’t they always?”
“Yes, they were.”
Adrienne could have left it at that, could have left the conversation right there, but she didn’t.
Instead, she leaned back in the comfortable leather seat and let her dress rise farther up
Similar Books
Watcher in the Pine
Rebecca Pawel
Grown Men
Damon Suede
The Black Stallion
Walter Farley
Fahrenheit
Capri Montgomery
Red Earth
Tony Park
Comet in Moominland
Tove Jansson
Raised from the Ground
José Saramago
Choices of the Heart
Julia Daniels
Crossing the Bridge
Michael Baron