When she opened her purse, I thought she was looking for a pen, business card, even her cell, but instead she pulled out her lipstick. My arm was against the wall because I had used it to block her path. She used her lipstick to write her number across my extended arm.
"I could have just put in my cell." I pointed out.
"True. But this way you'll call me before your next shower." She stepped around me and dipped into the bathroom before I could say anything else.
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Phenomenal. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted any woman in my life, after her lipstick stunt, and I was determined to make it happen.
I paid my tab and headed out. When I got to my car, I saved her number in my phone in case it smudged on my arm. I'd gone through too much to get it to be taken down by a t-shirt.
I headed back to work. Me and two other guys, Tony and Dave, were laying foundation for a house. I'd barely gotten out the car before Tony pointed to my arm. "How? You've been gone forty minutes. Do women climb over each other to give you pussy?"
I chuckled. My coworkers had decided I was some sort of Romeo and I was not inclined to correct them. While I won't lie, I do get a lot of female attention, I was also incredibly picky, which meant I was getting a lot less pussy than they were imagining. "We'd seen each other before, and I asked for her number. That's all. She didn't do me in the parking lot or anything like that."
Dave jabbed Tony in the side as he walked past carrying a bucket of premixed cement. "Might not have ridden his dick at lunch, but I bet he'll have her on her hands and knees before midnight."
That time I didn't smile. I didn't like the way they were talking about Kemara, even though they knew nothing about her. To them, she was just some hypothetical bimbo who wrote her number on my arm. But if they'd met her, even for one second, I knew they wouldn't talk about her that way. One of the very first things I noticed about her was how damn classy she was.
But the guys didn't know and if I tried to explain they'd just chalk it up to me being pussy whipped. So I just directed the conversation to our work and soon enough, they'd forgotten all about the lipstick lady.
We worked for the rest of the day putting down the foundation for the site. By the time I got home, I was dirty and exhausted. I just wanted to hop in the shower and chill. But then I remembered what she said, I looked at my arm and pulled out my cell.
Chapter Five
Kemara
When I got home from work, I threw my purse down on the plush sofa and checked my cell to see if I had a missing call. In the ten minutes it took me to drive home from work, no one had called me. I stretched and headed into the bedroom. Pulling off my dress suit and slipping into a nightgown felt great. I was so wound up. I needed to relax.
I checked my phone again, noting only five minutes had passed since I last looked. What was wrong with me? I was like a girl in high school. I was far too old to be carrying on like this. If he called, he called, if he didn't, he didn't and that was the end of it.
To distract myself, I grabbed a book and curled up on the couch. I couldn't make it a sentence before my mind started to wander. He had such pretty eyes and a sexy grin. What did he do for a living? Judging from his soiled clothes, gorgeous tan and the bulge of his biceps, he probably worked outside. Something with a lot of heavy lifting.
I bit my bottom lip and my legs crossed as I thought about him. But what if he wasn't interested? What if he just wanted to see if he could get my number? I was a black girl, and he did hang out with some white supremacy looking c
haracters at one of the shadiest gas stops in all of Alabama. I shook my head and tried to focus on my novel. Such a silly thing to worry about. I was several pages into the book before I realized I'd picked up a romance novel. I sighed as I read about a maiden with a heaving bosom in the hands of a pirate and tried not to picture Channing and I in those roles.
When the phone started to buzz, I lept up off the couch. So determined to block the possibility of a call from my thoughts, I wasn't ready when it happened.
I took a deep breath and cleared my throat before answering, "Hello."
"Hey Kemara, it's me Channing." His voice was smooth and deep like liquid sex.
"Ya don't say."
He chuckled, and it was melodic. "So what have you been up to tonight?"
"Not much, just reading. What about you?"
"Just thinking about you." He said it so sweet and casually, I couldn't help but blush.
"So what were you thinking about me doing?" I regretted the question the moment it slipped past my lips. My tone didn't help either. My voice was high and flirty. I opened the perfect segway into phone sex, when that wasn't what I meant to do at all. Even though the two times I’d been in his presence I wanted to lick him, I didn't want to turn our relationship sexual from the start. I wanted to give him a chance to get to know me and I wanted to get to know him. That’s if we even took a chance at all.
"I was imagining you..." he left a long and taunting pause in the middle of his sentence, "having dinner with me this weekend."
I exhaled in relief. "Dinner? This weekend? Well, I'm busy this Sunday," I planned to go home and have dinner with my parents, "but I'm free Saturday."
"Saturday is good for me. Just text me your address."
With a date scheduled with this yummy man, I would be a wreck for the rest of the week. Not to mention, I needed to go shopping. I had no idea what I'd wear, especially since I didn't know where he was taking me. I didn't want to get too dressed up and seem high maintenance, but if I dressed down and he took me somewhere nice...see, the panic was already setting in.