The Heat Seekers

Geren kissed her seductively on her forehead, allowing his lips to linger for a few seconds so he could take in her aroma. Forget the food! “That’s my game plan.”

CHAPTER 10

a night out on the town

tempest and Geren met Dvontè and Janessa at the Samurai Restaurant in the Georgetown Park Mall the next Friday. Janessa and Tempest snickered and blushed like schoolgirls who hadn’t seen each other in a decade. Tempest was dying to fill Janessa in on the Rollerblading fiasco that had turned into a sensual shampoo and massage session, and Janessa was anxious to tell Tempest about the oral ecstasy Dvontè had been lavishing on her. He’d seriously improved since their first night together. He must’ve gotten used to her taste.

They took off to the ladies’ room almost before everyone could speak casual greetings, leaving Geren and Dvontè in the entry area to wait for their table.

“Gurl!” Tempest exclaimed as soon as the bathroom door swung closed behind them. “It’s time for a meeting in the ladies’ room! I’ve always wondered what that song meant, but now I see! I have so much to tell you!”

“Tempest, you are not going to believe this!”

“Hold up! Let me go first,” Tempest pleaded.

“Aiight, go ahead but make it snappy,” Janessa demanded, wanting to spill her own gossip.

“Well, for starters, Geren and I did go Rollerblading,” Tempest began.

“Are you crazy? I thought you were going to fake a leg cramp or something.”

“I couldn’t back down. Besides, Fred taught me a little bit.”

“Fred is a dufus,” Janessa said brazenly, clucking her tongue. “I can’t believe your ass tried to perpetrate like that. What happened? Did you fall?”

“Hell, yeah, I fell, and it hurt something horrible.” Janessa started laughing, and Tempest plucked her on the arm. “It’s not funny!”

“Okay, sorry, sis,” Janessa said, trying to straighten up her face. “Go ahead.”

“Anyway, I fell on my ass, and for the first time in my life, I wished I did have that buffalo butt you keep claiming I have. I could have used the padding.”

Janessa fell out laughing again.

“I thought I told you not to laugh.”

“How can you expect me to stand here and listen to the crazy shit you say and not laugh?” Janessa looked in the mirror and toyed with the shoulder pads of the hunter green dress she had on. “I mean, come on, Tempest. Get real. You are so damn funny.”

“N E Way,” Tempest continued, rolling her eyes. “Geren took me back to his place, and it’s the shit by the way. I’ll describe it to you later. He took me over there and gave me the bomb-ass massage.”

“On your shoulders or your busted-up ass?”

Tempest registered that thought, wondering why he didn’t offer to massage her ass. Maybe she should have asked, but that would have been hoochified. “Just my shoulders.”

“Oh,” Janessa said, the disappointment apparent in her voice. “Is that it? I want to tell you what happened with Dvontè and me.”

“No, that’s not it,” Tempest said mockingly. “Guess what? Geren washed my hair for me. Right there on his patio. He went and got a basin full of warm water and gave me the most sensual shampoo I have ever experienced. I wanted to jump his bones so bad.”

“Did you? Jump his bones?” Tempest diverted her eyes to the mirror, grabbed a tissue out of the box on the counter, and started messing with her lipstick. “I take that as a no,” Janessa said. “You better come up off of that puddy before some other sistah does. As fine as Geren is, I’m sure he has mad women after him.”

“If it is meant to be, it will be,” Tempest replied in a stony voice. She wanted to include some additional information but discarded the option. It was obvious Janessa was only intrigued by actual fuck tales, so she just settled for messing with the dramatic dolman sleeves of the white silk blouse she was sporting with black dress slacks. “So what’s up with Mr. Dvontè, or sho

uld I call him Mr. Playa?”

“That comment was totally uncalled for!”

“I’m sorry,” Tempest quickly and genuinely apologized. She didn’t know enough about Dvontè to cast judgment, so she had made an unsubstantiated comment about the brotha. “Tell me what happened.”

Before Janessa could blurt out the first sentence, they heard the toilet flush in one of the stalls. They hadn’t realized that someone else was in there, and Tempest suddenly blushed with embarrassment about their overheard conversation.