Reeling in my thoughts, I texted her back: I’m not at the hotel. I’ll have my man reimburse you for the phone. Peace.
Okay, well it’s a Droid. Thanks! xoxo This dumb ass broad. That phone was some cheap ass sidekick. Nice try. That gave me a hearty laugh.
I was pulling up to the bar where I agreed to meet Rayna. It was an indistinct location and not a place I had ever known of people hanging out. I tossed my reservations and made my way inside.
When I walked through the door I saw the place was half full. It smelled of smoke from people lighting up although it is now illegal. The televisions were going and there was chatter from people interfacing. I saw no familiar faces in the place initially. I scanned the room until I saw Rayna, waving her arm patently caught my attention.
She sat at the bar and wore a huge grin on her face as I made my way to her. She stood to greet me and I immediately noticed her cleavage. Her breasts announced themselves, they puffed like marshmallows in her halter dress. The dress was a wine color and cupped her breasts, fitted her waist and fell down to her feet. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked luscious. If she was trying to get back in good favor with me, she was well on her way. I gave her a hug and kiss on her forehead and noticed her inebriating fragrance. Cool Water.
The scent along with her soft feel carried a hint of familiarity of her sexuality. Her vulnerability. Her physical submission. Her emotional willingness. My heart stammered in my chest. Fuck!
“Look at you, all sexy…getting your grown woman on,” I teased after we embraced, hoping to hide my excitement of seeing her.
She blushed, “You don’t look half bad yourself. You’re always dapper.” She gave me a once over as she nervously brushed the back of her neck. “I thought you stood me up. You’re usually very prompt.”
“I know I’m a few minutes behind. Traffic is a bitch today,” I explained. I couldn’t help but notice her eyes. She kept batting them. That told me she wanted to present herself demurely, which was the exact opposite of what she had me believe during our last encounter. I was all in.
The bartender came with a glass of brandy for me. This meant she ordered in anticipation of my arrival. I took a sip and nodded in approval.
She leisurely informed, “You’re going to have to gulp instead of sip. We’re running late.”
“Running late? Did I miss something?” With raised brows, I was confused. I thought the plan was for us to talk over drinks.
“You look baffled,” she jeered with a cunningly sexy smirk.
“…because I am.”
“I told you I wanted to apologize. I left out the part about making amends. Finish your drink. We’re about get started,” she ordered.
I was definitely perplexed at this point. I took a minute to ponder what she said. I hate surprises. I took another nip at my drink. I wasn’t good with other’s acts of spontaneity. But with what Rayna was wearing, I was certainly game. It took a lot of internal struggle for me to fight off my arousal.
I looked Rayna square in the eyes in search for answers. I hadn’t spoken to her in damn near two weeks. Where was she going with all of this? I didn’t like being kept in the dark, but her confidence and excitement seemed unerring, so I conceded.
I took my last guzzle, “A’ight. I’m game.”
With a knowing smile she collected her things from the bar, stood, and extended her smooth caramel toned arms to me and flirtatiously muttered, “This way, Mr. Jacobs.”
I paused for a minute, once again reading her before accepting her hand and then following her.
We went to LAX and to say that I was beyond mystified would be repetitive. Where was she taking me? She asked if I had I.D. on me, which was senseless because any responsible adult would. Before I knew it, we were checking in at the ticket booth.