Authors: Brenda Stokes Lee
Tags: #African American, #Interracial Romance, #erotic romance, #short story, #urban romance, #black romance, #bwwm erotic romances
"Dumb
ass,
he
just
officially
ruined
both
of
our
Christmas.
Now,
what?
It's
eight
o'clock
at
night
on
Christmas
Eve
and
I'm
not
even
close
to
home."
I
thought
as
I
entered
the
restaurant
were
the
tow
truck
driver
so
kindly
dropped
me
off.
"Well
at
least
I
can
pee
and
get
something
to
eat
while
I
wait
for
somebody
to
pick
me
up."
After
quickly
scanning
the
almost
empty
bar
and
grill
I
went
to
the
ladies
room
to
freshen
up.
It
was
snowing
so
I
staked
my
claim
on
a
booth
with
a
window
as
I
waited
for
either
Jamar
or
Tyson
to
return
my
messages.
More
out
of
boredom
than
anything
else
I
searched
my
purse
for
change
to
play
a
few
songs
on
the
jukebox
to
kill
some
time.
While
standing
at
the
jukebox
surveying
the
selections
a
handsome
young
man
approached
me.
Leaning
over
my
shoulder
he
seductively
whispers,
“
G102
”
in
my
ear.
Momentarily
stunned
by
his
closeness
and
the
undeniable
tingles
his
sultry,
sexy
voice
sent
through
my
erotic
core,
I
hesitated
and
then
calmly
replied,
“
I
beg
your
pardon?"
"You're
looking
for
selection
G102.
”
He
repeated.
Not
knowing
exactly
what
troll
had
crawled
out
of
his
hole
to
fuck
with
me
on
Christmas
Eve
after
the
nightmare
that
I
had
just
endured;
I
cautiously
gripped
the
can
of
mace
in
my
jacket
pocket
and
prepared
to
fuck
him
up.
To
my
absolute
surprise
I
looked
over
my
shoulders
only
to
lose
myself
in
the
prettiest big
eyes
God
gave
to
a
man.
He
smiled
at
me
and
I
instantly
relaxed.
“
Oh My
Damn!
”
I
thought.
“
Who
the
hell
is
this?"
Determined
not
to
go
soft
over
his
pretty
boy
swag,
or
display
the
slightest
hint
of
interest
I
looked
back
at
the
Jukebox
menu
to
see
what
song
G102
was.
Surprisingly
it
was
How
Can
You
Mend
a
Broken
Heart,
by
Al
Green.
I
snickered
and
thought,
"Yeah
right."
Before
I
casually
replied,
“
I
don
’
t
even
think
so."
“
Why
not?
”
His
deep
sexy
voice
inquired.
“
Probably
because
my
heart
is
not
broken
and
I
plan
to
keep
it
that
way.
”
I
nonchalantly
responded
with
my
back
still
turned
to
him.
“
Maybe
mine
is.
”
He
whispered in my ear.
"I'm
not
quite
sure
what
I'm
supposed
to
do
with
that
information."
I
responded
as
I
turned
to
face
him
once
again,
only
to
be
greeted
by
a
broad
sexy
smile
of
perfect
teeth
and
a
chiseled,
extraordinarily
handsome
face
that
pleaded
for
me
to
talk
to
him.