Talk a Good Game (10 page)

She was a few years younger than me and had a lot of
relationship drama with her no good baby daddy. After working
together for over six years she and I shared a lot of tears and
heavy conversations.

“
Girl, his voice is so sexy over
the phone, and he can sing!”

“
What? He sang to you?”

I was laughing and nodding at the
same time. “Jenna girl…” I leaned on the desk and lowered my voice
to make sure no one outside my office could hear us. You know the
walls are paper-thin. “You would have thought he was Tyrese
somebody the way he was going
whoo-whoo
all up in my ears!” I
started telling her everything I knew about him so far. Thirty,
divorced, no kids, educated and seemed so intelligent. I couldn’t
wait to finally meet him. By the time she left my office we were
both certain Alan just might be the one.

I made it to El
Jimador
’s
Mexican restaurant with ten
minutes to spare. I looked in my rearview mirror to make sure my
hair and face looked perfect. I loved my new hairstyle. I was
rocking a short Rihanna cut with cinnamon highlights.

I stepped out and started across
the lots. I felt myself looking all around because there was no
telling if he was already in the parking lot watching me walk
inside. All I knew was Alan was a lobbyist at the state capitol.
Tall, educated, and his voice—sexy as hell. I couldn’t wait to
finally see him in person.

A quick sweep of the dining room,
I didn’t see anyone trying to get my attention. I told Alan I would
be in uniform which made me easy to identify. Since no one was
waving his hands in the air, I decided to wait before being seated.
I flopped down on the bench near the hostess station. I was looking
down at my nails when I felt someone staring at me.

“
Nyree?
”

My head snapped up to see eyes
that were familiar. “Yeah?”

He grinned and then stuck out his
hand. “
Hello, I
’
m Alan.”

What the fuck!
When I rose to my feet, he barely reached to my nose.
“Wow!”

He folded his arms. “Wow, is
right! You’re
beautiful.
”

His face was decent, but I wished
I could find something else attractive about him. He was shorter
than the six feet he’d indicated in his profile, with little arms,
and not to mention he was suffering from Dunlap Disease—his belly
dun lapped over.

We followed the hostess to a booth
near the window. He waited until I was seated before he slid onto
the seat across from me. “You want to order something?”

Hell
no
. “I
’
m not really
hungry so maybe just an ice tea and an appetizer.” I figured
I
’
d order and get the hell outta
there. I was studying the menu when I spotted him staring at
me.

“
What?” I asked
suspiciously.

He was grinning. “You look just
like your profile picture.”

“
And you look nothing like
yours.”

Alan hesitated, avoiding eyes
contact. “I took that photo about ten years ago.”

“
Then why did you post
it?”

“
Because I wanted women to see the
real me.”

“
The real
me
?” I repeated. Then who the fuck was
that sitting across the table?

“
Yes, right now I got on my winter
coat. Like a bear, I shed this weight every spring.” He was
chuckling like what he said was funny. But it was already late
April.

“
And I thought you were
six-five?”

He looked confused then had the
nerve to start laughing. “Six-five? No, I
’
m
five-six.”

And I
’
m
five-nine. “Then why did your profile say you were over six
feet?”

I swear he gave me the most
sincere look, which pissed me off even more. “I just wanted a fair
shot.”

Talk about desperation. “Are you
serious?” I put my menu down. This conversation was just going
around in a circle, always coming back to the fact he had lied.
“That
’s
misleading.”

He shrugged the way a person does
when they realized they’ve been busted. “Maybe. But there was no
way I would have had a chance to meet you.”

I stared at him in silence. I know
I should have felt flattered but I didn’t. Instead I felt like I
had been played. I had spent hours fantasizing about a tall, dark
and handsome man. Instead I was sitting across from someone who
looked like he was related to Cee Lo Green.

Our drinks arrived and I gulped down my iced tea
wishing it was something stronger. While he ordered tacos, I stared
at his little hands and shivered. There was no way in hell this
relationship was going any further than lunch.

Thirty minutes later, I was peeling out the parking
lot when I called Janelle.

“
Hey girl.
What
’s
up?
”

“
What
’s
up is that short
mothafucka
I
just met at El Jimador
’s
!”

“
What
?” she said with a
laugh.

“
Jae, he was cut off at the knees
talking about he was six feet. Chile, he was barely five-three and
losing his hair. That picture he had posted was more than ten years
old.”

“
Girl, you ain’t right!” She was
cracking up. And before I knew it I had started laughing with
her.

“
I don’t
know why I let
you convince me to join that damn site,” I said, sucking my teeth
for good measure. Men were all the same. Full of shit. It didn’t
matter who they hurt or that they were running
game.

“
Everybody can’t be lucky like
me.” Leave it to Janelle to rub it in.

“
Whatever. I was so disgusted I
barely ate my food.” I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the
image of his small hands and hairy knuckles.

By the time she got done laughing
and trying to encourage me to give the site one last try, I hung up
and realized I was still hungry. I decided to stop at
McDonald
’s
and grab a burger. It would
probably have me shitting the rest of the evening but right now I
was too hungry to care.

I ordered a Big
Kid
’s
Meal then moved to the side for a woman with two
children to order when I spotted someone who looked familiar
standing in line. I think I recognized him at the exact moment he
noticed me staring at him.

He walked over. “Excuse me. Are
you Nyree?”

“
Yep. And
you
’
re Jeremy Anthony Lee Samuels,
Jr.” Now that I had a face to match the squeaky voice, it didn’t
sound so bad.

He smiled and I noticed he had thick eyebrows and
large brown eyes that were both beautiful and sincere. He had a big
swollen head but it actually worked for his face. Up close and
personal I realized he had an amazing dark chocolate complexion.
Jeremy had to be about five-eleven with a medium build. And he had
this boyish grin that lit up his entire face.

“
I can’t believe I ran into you,”
he said with a nervous laugh that I found cute.

“
Me either.”

They called my number for my food. I grabbed my bag
then turned and looked over at him.

His face suddenly became very
serious. “You have time to sit and eat?” he asked and was staring
at me like he was star stuck.

Damn. I hated to respond, “No, I
have a meeting.”

Jeremy gave a look like he wasn’t
surprised. I didn’t want him to think I was blowing him off because
I wasn’t. He was far better than that reject I had just
left.

“
Maybe some other time?” he said
but it sounded more like a question.

I nodded. “I
’
d
like that. Really… just call me,” I said and noticed I was sounding
nervous. He gave me a goofy smile and I felt the space between my
thighs becoming moist. I know I was grinning like a fool. I had
just said all those negative things about meeting nothing but
rejects on the Internet but now that I had a chance to meet Jeremy
in person, things were starting to look up.

By the time I had pulled back into the parking lot
at the unit, my phone vibrated in my purse. I reached for it and
read the text on the screen and my heart skipped a beat. It was
from Jeremy. I quickly typed in my passcode and clicked on my
messages.

Look forward to seeing you again.

So am I, I thought with a smile. So am I.

JANELLE

“
Jae, baby. You wanna go and have
dinner before the show?”

I was lounging across the bed in our suite at the
Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas. Quincy and I had spent
most of the day shopping and walking along the strip. With the heat
beaming down on me, I made it back to the hotel two shades darker
and dead on my feet. We took a shower, made love and I fell asleep.
Q slapped me playfully across my ass.

“
Janelle, you hear me talking to
you?”

I moaned and rolled my naked body
over to my side. I hated to be disturbed when I
’
m sleep.
“Yeah
yeah just give me a second to get up.”

Leaning in close, Q pressed his
lips to my cheek. “No rush. As good as you
’
re looking
I’d rather get some more of that.”

I was smirking too hard to object to him rolling me
onto my back. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. Q was so fine
with his cocoa-brown skin. He had a beautiful chest from hours of
pumping weights in the gym and his salt and pepper beard was
definitely on point. He buried his face between my breasts. I was
lying there moaning while Q sucked at my nipples like a hungry man.
Reaching down between us I stroked on his penis though there was no
need. He was already brick hard.

“
Mmmm babe,” he
moaned. “That
’s
it. Play with your
dick.”

Mine?
I
rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and told myself to focus on how
good he made my breasts feel. Q had skills and knew exactly how
much pressure to apply to my nipples before releasing and suckling
on the other. Just the way I liked it. Then he replaced his lips
with his talented hands, taking my nipples between his fingers and
caressing them to the point of pure torture. I was moaning and
wetness slid between my legs. He always had this way of getting me
so aroused, I was ready to lose my mind.

“
Please,” I moaned, spreading my
legs. “Fuck the foreplay, I need to feel that dick inside
me.”

He wasted no time positioning
himself and in one push he was buried deep. He started stroking
long and I had to force myself not to groan. All that teasing and
for what? Disappointment. His skinny ass dick wasn’t hitting
nothing. And it was a shame because Q was truly putting his back
into it.

“
Huh? Did you say
something?”

Whatever.
“No.”

“
Does it feel good to
you?”

The way he was moaning there was
no doubt how good it felt to him. “Ooh yeah! That feels good.”
Actually, I was thinking about what I was going to wear to the
Michael Jackson show tonight. Ever since I heard they were putting
together a cirque du soleil of all the King of
Pop
’s
number one hits, I knew I had to see it, and Q
was the sponsor to make that shit happen. Speaking of Q… he was
pumping away like a lunatic while I moaned on cue and rocked my
hips. I really care about this dude, but there was no way in hell I
could spend the rest of my life with his little curved dick. And it
was a damn shame because he really did look good on my
arm.

“
Roll over.”

Smiling, I did as he said. Doggy-style meant it was
my turn and I was about to feel more than my pussy being tickled. I
rolled onto my back then folded a pillow in half and slipped it
under my stomach like the wedge I kept in my bedroom closet, and
lifted my ass up high off the bed. Q grabbed onto my hips and
pushed inside.

“
Awww!” I cried the second I felt
him moving. There was something about a man with a crooked dick
pounding me from behind. If it was angled just right, it hit your
g-spot each and every time, no matter how skinny his thing was.
“Yesss.”

“
Did you say
something?”

“
Oooh! I said that dick feels
good.” If it could feel like this all the time, maybe I might have
considered marrying him.

I rocked my hips back, pounding my
wide ass against his stomach. I loved that sound and the feel of
his dick scratching my itch. “Oh… Q… just like that!”

He was pumping so hard it only
took a matter of minutes before I was crying out his name and
collapsing on the bed. “I missed you,” Q managed between kisses to
my back.