Any Way the Wind Blows - E. Lynn Harris [39]
A few moments later, I heard the doorbell ring. I waited almost a minute and then opened the door. I couldn’t appear like I was anxious to see him.
“Bart, whatsup?”
“Thanks for letting me up. I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d see what you were up to before I headed uptown.”
“I was getting ready for bed, got a long day tomorrow,” I said, trying to sound annoyed.
“Then my timing is perfect. Looks like you were expecting me.” Bart smiled as his eyes moved up and down my body with bullet speed.
“Bart, if I didn’t tell you the last time, I need to tell you: I don’t like surprises.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t keep you long. Can I use your bathroom? I hate using the public ones,” Bart said.
“Sure, in the master bedroom,” I said as I pointed down the hallway.
“Did you get my messages?”
“Yeah, I’ve been real busy at work.”
“I figured as much. I hope I haven’t been calling too much. Don’t want you to get a big head.” Bart laughed. I didn’t respond.
Bart removed his brown leather jacket and passed it to me. I draped the jacket on the back of my sofa, went into the kitchen and returned with two cans of ginger ale. Soft drinks at this time of night would prevent liquor-induced sex, and I’d be able to see just how good Bart was in bed. I had to admit Bart was looking good in tan cargo pants that were hanging off his ass with white underwear peeping over. I put on my Carl Thomas CD and took a seat on the sofa.
About five minutes later, Bart walked back into the living room and stood near the coffee table. I started to tell him to have a seat, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that the only place he wanted to sit was in my lap. I had twisted feelings about whether or not I was going to allow Bart to seduce me twice in one month. Then I remembered how he had swallowed the jimmie in one skilled move, and it started to pump in urgent beat. My magic wand was ready to wave.
“Sorry that took so long,” he said as he looked around the living and dining area like he was seeing it for the first time.
“No problem. So how’s the modeling business?”
“Slow. But I did just book a video with a girl singer, so you’ll be seeing me on television real soon,” Bart said as he noticed the can of ginger ale on the coffee table. “You got anything stronger?”
“Some wine and beer in the fridge. Make yourself at home,” I said.
Bart walked toward the kitchen and asked, “So have you missed me?”
“Somebody missed you,” I said as I started to massage my jimmie. A few moments later, Bart walked back in the room with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was looking a little too comfortable in my home, so I made up my mind to make this an oral quickie and send him packing.
“What are you doing over there?” Bart asked with a sexy smile. I didn’t answer him, but I gave him a let’s get busy look, which both males and females understood. Bart took a sip of his wine and then placed the glass on the table.
“So you did miss me.” Bart smiled as he pulled his magenta turtleneck sweater over his head. He kicked off his light brown Timberland boots and then pulled his pants and underwear down with one quick motion. There he stood before me, butt-ass naked.
“You didn’t answer my question. Did you miss me?” Bart said.
“It’s all love,” I said.
“So I got it like that,” Bart said as he noticed his reflection in a mirror on the wall. He studied himself for a moment, touching the ripples on his stomach as he licked his lips. Then he turned back toward me and said, “Follow me.” I stood up like I was a fraternity pledge following orders and watched Bart and his naked ass walk down the hallway into my dark bedroom. I checked the double-bolt lock on my door and then followed Bart’s faint trace of cologne.
3-D: Doug, Dee Dee & the Diva
A little before seven-thirty, I stepped out of a limo on Park Avenue into a cold winter air that had a sweetness about it. I was on my way to an interview on the nationally syndicated Doug Banks Morning Show. I certainly wasn’t happy about having