“Paul wasn’t a sociopath. Paul was a man whore.”
“Same difference.”
We both laughed as the valet handed me a ticket.
“So, is he fine?” Winsome asked.
“Have you sucked more than ten dicks in the past year?”
The valet stared at me like I was crazy. It probably made his dick hard, though.
I smiled and kept walking toward the entrance.
“Fuck you, Jemistry.”
“I’m about the only person you know that you haven’t fucked.”
“Bye, heifer!”
Winsome hung up and while my words had been stated jokingly, I really did need to have a talk with her about slowing her roll. Winsome was bisexual, so she was doing the most. She was exceptionally beautiful and that only escalated her ability to get random people into her bed. She was originally from Trinidad but she relocated to the States to attend Howard, which is where we met. She had flawless skin the color of a coconut, dark brown eyes that seemed to stare right through you, and deep dimples that complemented her five-foot-two, petite frame. Men and women were constantly drawn to her like moths to a flame. While I was good at deflecting people, Winsome had this “come hither” look about her.
I enjoyed sex but she loved sex, and my issue was that she always had numerous people trying to get into her panties. We were both single so it was whatever. Yet and still, she was prone to bring strangers to our place and that was when the drama started. Some felt like they could drop by whenever, some never wanted to leave, and others simply looked suspect to me. Like they might jump off the edge of a cliff and go off if things did not go their way. Her business was only my business because we were roommates and I would often walk into some mess, or wake up to some mess, and it was just . . . messy.
* * *
Tevin was sitting at the bar near the entrance of Oya. I loved the spot because it had a Miami type of feel in the heart of downtown DC. With all-white leather seats, white tables, and white-and-gray-marble floors and walls, the atmosphere was intimate and relaxing.
“You showed!” Tevin exclaimed. “I didn’t ask for a table yet. I didn’t want to take a walk of shame if you stood me up.”
“Walk of shame?”
“Yes, when a person sits at a table looking crazy and staring at the door to the point where people at other tables start watching the door to see if the person is going to be stood up or not. Then they have to try to make an uncomfortable exit while people snicker at them under their breath.”
“That actually makes sense. Walk of shame. I have to remember that one.” I giggled and looked into his eyes. Damn shame, he was so sexy. “I’ll be honest. I had a little debate with myself about coming, but you seem harmless . . . so far.”
He shrugged. “The best thing about having a debate with yourself is that you always win.”
We both laughed.
“That’s true,” I said.
An uncomfortable silence fell between us for a few seconds.
Then, he said, “Once you get to know me, I hope you come to a final conclusion on whether I’m harmless or not. We just met and I don’t even know anything about you . . . except that you’re fine and extremely cautious about my fellow brethren. I have no reason to mislead you.”
“No one else had a reason to mislead me either.”
Tevin frowned. “Listen, Jemistry. I love your name, I love your vibe, and I want a fair chance to get to know you. But if all of the drama from your past is about to take a seat at the table with us, I’d rather call it a night now.”
He was right. I was taking it too far.
“I apologize. You have a point, Tevin. I can’t promise that I’ll never mention another word about my past. It’s a part of who I am. I’m not sure how we can truly learn about one another without discussing some elements from both of our pasts. That is what has shaped us into the two people standing here in this moment. However, I’ll try to keep my bitterness about days gone by in check.”
Tevin stared at me for a few seconds, like he was having his own internal debate. Like he said, he was going to win either way.
He finally said, “I agree. All I’m saying is that if you’re going to automatically disqualify me because of what I have hanging between my legs, it’s pointless.”
When he mentioned what he had between his legs, my pussy thumped. Currently, I was going back and forth between two lovers, but it was all about sex. Nothing more, nothing less. I was about to interview Tevin to see if he could be the third person in my rotation