Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)
She had a choice; it was obvious. She could either take her ass home 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 her smooth, mocha thighs.
Let him have a look at that.