During dinner, Tempest and Janessa filled the men in on what happened in the bathroom. They searched the restaurant for the Amazon man so they could point him out, but couldn’t find him among the crowd. They were dying to see who or what he was having dinner with.
The Japanese chef prepared their meals for them on the steamer table, and Janessa was mesmerized with the way he threw the knives in the air and chopped up everything with such precision. Geren and Dvontè both had steak with vegetables, and the women had shrimp with vegetables.
Dvontè almost got sick to his stomach watching Geren cater to Tempest’s every whim like she was the Queen of Sheba. Geren even fed her and wiped the corners of her mouth when some of the green tea trickled out the corners. How disgusting, Dvontè said to himself. Another good brotha bites the dust. He’s already whipped, and she probably hasn’t even given up the ass yet!
They left the restaurant and decided to walk around Georgetown for a little while. Janessa tried to cuddle up with Dvontè by looping her arm through his like Tempest had done with Geren, but Dvontè wasn’t even having it. He didn’t want to risk one of his other honies spotting him in an affectionate embrace. If they were just walking side by side, he could always play that one off and say Janessa was his cousin or some shit if questioned about it later on. He knew women were gullible, and he loved toying with their minds. He glanced over at Janessa, thinking she would do nicely as the freak of the week until she started expecting too much out of him.
Tempest almost tripped over a crack on the sidewalk when she spotted the Pleasure Palace on Wisconsin Avenue. “Wow, I’ve always wanted to go in there,” she squealed with delight.
Janessa snickered. “Me, too. I know a lot of sistahs that spend mad dollars up in that store.”
Geren and Dvontè exchanged glances, giving each other the expression meaning this-might-turn-out-to-be-a-freaky-night-after-all.
“Well, let’s not stand out here peeking in the window. Let’s go on in,” Dvontè eagerly suggested, grabbing the door and holding it open for the rest of them.
Once inside, Tempest’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Dang, look at all this wild stuff!” She giggled with delight. She picked up a satin case, opened it, and took out two silver balls. “Wow, Ben Wa balls!”
“What are those for?” Geren asked with piqued interest. Janessa and Dvontè had disappeared in the back of the store where all the S & M gadgets were located.
Tempest looked up at him innocently. “How the hell should I know?” She placed them back on the shelf and walked away, trying to hide the grin on her face. She knew exactly what they were for. In fact, she had a pair safely tucked away in her lingerie drawer. She wasn’t ready to reveal her sexual prowess to Geren just yet. It was always good to keep a man guessing for as long as possible.
Tempest began to feel uncomfortable with Geren lurking over her shoulder. She was dying to buy some items that caught her eye; especially this book called The Sex Chronicles by some sistah named Zane. Several of the sexually active women at the gym where she worked out swore it should be required reading for any woman trying to get her freak on.
She almost creamed on herself when Geren picked up a pair of edible panties and inspected them. She could j
ust envision him eating them off her and wondered if he was sharing the same thought. “What are you planning on doing with those?” she asked him seductively.
“Nothing you won’t let me do with them,” he replied, flashing his sexy grin. He held them up higher and pointed them toward the register. “Should I buy them?”
Tempest immediately got nervous. What if he was expecting some booty once he took her home? “Naw, that won’t be necessary. Maybe some other time,” she commented.
Geren chuckled and put them back on the shelf. “I was just joking. I told you I would never pressure you, and I meant it.”
“I know,” Tempest said, walking closer to him and looping her arm around his. “Let’s go back here and see what Janessa and Dvontè are doing.”
“Lawd only knows!” Geren laughed.
Before they could get to the back of the store, Janessa and Dvontè were already headed in their direction, loaded down with items to purchase, including a pair of handcuffs, a leather mask with zippers over the places for the eyes, nose, and mouth, and a leather whip.
“You are just so silly,” Tempest giggled, smacking her lips at Janessa.
“No, I’m not,” Janessa protested. “Dvontè and I just decided to put a little spark in our already sexsational love life.”
Tempest looked at Geren, who was shaking his head at Dvontè. Dvontè just smirked at him, took the items from Janessa, and went to go pay for them. Geren wondered how Dvontè could swing for all of the sex toys but be reluctant to even buy the sistah a decent meal.
“Geren, can we head out now?” Tempest asked, pulling him even closer to her.
“Sure, sweetheart.” He opened the door for her, and they said their quick good-byes to Janessa and Dvontè, who were so caught up in each other that they barely even noticed them leaving.
Tempest was a nervous wreck the entire drive back to her apartment. Since Janessa and Dvontè were so openly sexually active, she thought, Geren would expect the same thing from her. He had utilized a bunch of sweet talk about being willing to wait and all that, but her history with men warned her that he was not that damn patient.
He walked her upstairs to her door, took her by the hand, and swept his lips gently across her fingers before planting a kiss in her palm. “Thank you for the lovely evening, Tempest. I look forward to seeing you again.”
With that said, Geren left Tempest standing there with a dumbfounded expression on her face. She masturbated herself to sleep that night, wondering what making love to him would feel like.
CHAPTER 11
one common goal