Any Way the Wind Blows - E. Lynn Harris [42]
“I was kinda busy. Sorry I haven’t returned any of your calls. Busy, you know,” Basil said.
“Oh, that’s cool. I’ve been busy too. You know, working and going on a lot of auditions,” I lied.
“Cool. Can I get back with you later?”
I took a sip of wine and then said boldly, “I was hoping I could walk up on a good fucking tonight.”
“I think we need to chill,” Basil said.
“What did you say?” His voice had become so quiet I could barely hear him.
“We need to chill. We can get together sometime and maybe have a brew or two, but I’m back with my lady,” he said calmly.
“What lady? You never mentioned any special lady. Besides, I don’t care. I just want to see you.”
“Let me call you when I get a minute,” Basil said, and then he hung up the phone.
My face felt flush and the back of my neck felt tight. I gulped down the rest of my wine and suddenly had a headache. I was mad as fuck. How dare Basil just brush me off like I was some little bitch? I picked up the phone and hit the redial button. This time after a couple of rings, a soft female voice filled with sleep or sex picked up the phone and said, “Hello.”
I hung up the phone, sank my body to the floor and muttered to myself, “Wrong move, Basil. Wrong fuckin’ move.”
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Tiffany was my latest overnight guest. I’d met her several nights before at Justin’s while I was out hunting down some new pussy. I had planned to call her the night Bart showed up unannounced, but he’d given me what I needed at the time. But that would have to last for a while, because I was going back to the other side. It was time to start interviewing prospects for the mother of my children.
Tiffany played hard to get by telling me she didn’t go home with men on the first night, but the second night was open for debate. There wasn’t much of a debate, actually; I just called and asked her to come over, and she quickly obliged. All I cared about right now was the intense pleasure of chasing pussy, and the mystery and delight I felt at seeing another woman naked.
“Who was that?” Tiffany asked. “You must really like letting me answer your phone. Most men I know turn off their phones when I spend the night.”
“Somebody who doesn’t understand that no means no,” I said as I thought about the three messages per day Bart had been leaving. Besides, every time I heard his voice, it sounded more and more familiar. I just couldn’t figure out why.
“You’re not gay or bisexual, are you?” Tiffany asked as she looked at me seriously while pulling the sheets over her orange-sized breasts like she was covering them from a hidden camera.
“Hell naw! That doesn’t stop gay dudes from coming on to me. Some of those mofos are bold as shit. Like this guy. I did some business with him and now he keeps calling,” I said, looking her dead in the eyes.
“You think just because you got a woman answering your phone that will stop him?” Tiffany asked.
“Maybe you could come over and ride this jimmie again, so we can videotape it and send him a copy,” I teased. With all the talk of brothers who swung both ways, women still hadn’t learned all the games. They didn’t know that sometimes men brought shit out right up front so they would suddenly feel safe and secure and put their questions in the background. It was like talking on the phone with the old girlfriend while the new one lay beside you. Neither one would ever suspect shit else was going on.
“You’re not serious, are you?” Tiffany asked as she gave me the sexy smile of a secure woman who suddenly felt like she had the upper hand.
“I’m kidding about videotaping us, but not about riding the jimmie,” I said as I pulled the sheets away and started to suck her nipples and then between her legs. Tiffany began to moan like she was experiencing ecstasy for the first time. She hadn’t felt nothing yet.
A Diva Duet
I swooped into Windsor’s room looking pretty damn hot, if I do say so myself. I was wearing a peach-and-cream-colored silk dress, and my hair was in a French roll and I had done my makeup so it was as perfect as perfect