Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,24
. Damn . . . that was the best of Jordan I had ever had!
When the alarm clock went off at nine o’clock, I knew the fairy tale was over. We got up not uttering a single word to one another, showered and dressed in silence. I couldn’t read his face. Was he upset for making love to me or was he rethinking our relationship? I knew that I was still in love with Jordan, even if he wasn’t in love with me. But I had to keep it real. I had to convince myself that it was just sex and nothing more. As much as I hated to admit it, our lovemaking that night was nothing but a bootie call for him. I looked at the clock, and realized that I had to get to work. I kissed Jordan on the lips and left with my heart in my hands. I knew Jordan was leaving soon, so when I didn’t hear from him I knew he had probably left the States and was on tour in Europe.
I had settled back into a routine and was getting my life on track. I hit the gym three days a week after work and went to the club on Sundays. That was my new life until Saturday afternoon. My car was just about empty when I pulled up to the Exxon gas station on Peninsula Boulevard. As I jumped out of my car, I noticed a beautiful black on black S500 Mercedes Benz; with tinted windows to my left. As I walked passed the Mercedes and headed for the attendant’s booth, the driver of the Mercedes yelled, “Excuse me Miss, you have a beautiful Mercedes, love that model. It’s a 300E right!” I turned around and saw this handsome black man dressed jeans, a cut-up sweatshirt, and timberlands. We made small talk as I made my way to the booth to pay for my gas. I turned around to take another look at the guy; he was in his car and about to pull off. I watched the car pull to the driveways, back up, and then park. This mystery man exited the vehicle and walked right up me where I was pumping gas. “Hey, I couldn’t pull off without introducing myself. My name is Kavon Emory,” And reached for the gas pump in my hand. “Hope you don’t mind if I pump your gas,” he said with a smile. “Besides I couldn’t drive away without knowing what your name was and asking if you’d have dinner with me tonight.” I blushed and told Kavon my name.
He pulled out a pen and a piece of paper from his jeans pocket and wrote down his home and cell numbers. I had his home number, how could I go wrong! So I returned the favor and agreed to have dinner that night with him. He smiled and finished pumping the gas in my car. When he was finished he walked back to his car and waited for me to pull off. We both headed down Peninsula Boulevard, when we got to the second light, he turned left and I kept straight. I couldn’t wait to call my friends and tell them about my mystery date. I made a conference call to Sean, Dawn, and Nia. Sean thought I was crazy to give my phone number to a total stranger. He stated that he would be at my house when the guy showed up and act like my brother. Then if he didn’t like the guy’s vibes, he would follow us to make sure I was safe. Dawn and Nia agreed with Sean and wanted to do the undercover sleuth thing with Sean.
Kavon called around two-thirty, and suggested that he pick me up around 5:00 PM and to dress casual. I gave him the directions to my house and started getting ready for my date. I showered, washed my hair, and tore through my closet for something not sexy and not too revealing. I decided on a navy blue spandex jogging set. The front of the top was a square cut and the entire back was mesh. The pants fit my shape, and they weren’t too tight. Not to be conceited, I looked damn good!
Kavon arrived promptly at 5:00 PM. When I opened the door Kavon was standing there with a single red rose in his hand. “Here, Haley, this is for you,” Kavon leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek as