at the chance of dating you.” Michael actually blushes at my statement, so I figure I should change the subject. “Anyway, enough of that, I want to get back to Lisa.”
We talk for a little while about Lisa, and it’s nice to hear the happiness in his voice. She’s twenty-four and works in advertising. Her father is the owner of a car dealership, so I can already imagine if it ever got down to the point of ‘meet the parents’, they would get on like a house on fire.
We’re so engrossed in our conversation that I don’t realize Jamal and Brian are walking in until Jamal speaks.
“Hey, baby girl!” he screeches, looking me up and down. “You’re looking fine as usual. No fleece pants today?”
Laughter bursts out of me. “No, Jamal. I have a short onesie for later to help me swing on that pole—if that helps?”
I introduce them both to Michael, and they stay a little while, making small talk. Michael and Brian strike up a conversation about computers, so Jamal leans in to talk to me.
“Do you want me to do your hair later?”
I gasp, excitement bubbling at the prospect. “Hell yeah, would you?”
He nods enthusiastically. “Of course. You’re my baby girl. Anything for you. We’re in room six-eleven-six. Once you’ve washed your hair, call me, and I’ll come help you out. I have my curlers with me, if you want to do that again?”
I’m ecstatic at his offer, thrilled that I won’t have to deal with my hair all on my own. I know it sounds lazy, but other people always manage to get my hair looking better than I ever can.
After making my excuses to leave, I unpack my swimsuit, grateful that I packed it just in case, then head for the pool. Mr. Sex on Legs isn’t there, and neither is anyone else I know, so it’s nice to get an hour’s swim to myself before the big, no doubt noisy event later.
Later in my room, I order the best BLT I’ve ever had, and the fries are out of this world. I very quickly relish it—so much in fact that I give myself hiccups. At least my stomach’s ready to soak up the alcohol I’ll be consuming later.
After getting dried from my shower, I walk to my wardrobe and pull out the onesie I bought. It’s actually a very short trouser suit. It’s almost black in color with buttons leading all the way from the crotch to the top. I step in and pull it around each arm. The shorts are a little short for me, but they’re sexy. What tops it off are the red shoes. I sigh when I think of the memory of Jake and I, and how those shoes affected him. Do I really want to wear them tonight? That memory seems so far away now, of Jake between my legs, pounding in to me—making me come so violently that my legs shook for ages after. I’m unsure for now, deciding to keep them on at least while I continue to get ready.
I call room six-eleven-six, and Jamal answers straight away. “You ready, baby girl?”
I smile. “Yes please, Jamal. I’m in room seven-eleven-seven, so I should be directly above you.” He tells me he’ll be here in five minutes, and I wait patiently for him to arrive. When he arrives, he squeals.
“Damn, girl, look at you. Those shoes are divine.”
I can’t help the laughter that leaves my lips. He has so much enthusiasm that it’s contagious. “Thanks, Jamal. You’re looking good yourself.” And he does look good. Jamal has the most perfect milk chocolate skin you have ever seen. He also has the most beautiful sculptured face and legs that go on forever. He’s wearing loose designer jeans that hang perfectly on his hips with a red and white shirt. He looks amazing in something so simple it makes me sick.
“I’m not sure whether to wear them or not, to be honest.” He closes the door behind him looking confused.
“And why the hell not?”
I instantly blush from the memory. “I wore these once with Jake … if you know what I mean.” His face says it all, and I know instantly he’s on the same page as me.
“Is he still sending you flowers?”
I nod with a sigh. “Every day.” I sit myself down in front of the dresser, and Jamal places his bag on the bed before walking over and placing a hand on my shoulder.