andbetrayal. How could he hurt me so badly? Finally, in a cold, deliberate voice, Dray said, “I’ve got to go.”
Before I could say “WTF” he had clicked off.
I’d had a couple of martinis and was slumped lazily across my bed in a wifebeater and gray shorts. Dray had hurt me as much as he had angered me. I couldn’t think of anything else the entire evening. I was about to switch off the flat-screen television and crawl under the covers when I heard the doorbell ring. I jumped up, figuring it was Dray and he had forgotten his keys. I was suddenly very happy and excited.
I rushed down the stairs and opened the door. Standing in a tight-fitting white T-shirt and a black baseball cap covering a red bandanna was Cisco.
“Cisco? What are you doing here so late?”
“I was in the neighborhood and I saw your lights on, so I decided to see what was up.”
Cisco walked into the foyer as if I’d been expecting him.
“What’s up?” I asked, puzzled as to why he was here.
“Just chillin’. You looked a little upset this afternoon, so I was just checking to make sure you were all right.”
I was touched, yet a little suspicious. So I told Cisco I was doing okay. Something about him dropping in worried me— what if Dray had been with me? But maybe after all, considering where we left off with the phone call, there was little chance of that happening. I decided to be polite and offered him a drink.
“What you got?”
“What do you want?”
“How about some vodka, like some of that Grey Goose joint.”
“I think I can do that. What would you like me to mix it with?”
“Some cranberry juice would be sweet.”
I walked over to the bar, suddenly a little embarrassed that I was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but, shit, I wasn’t expecting a guest. I fixed his drink and made another martini for myself. With him just standing there I realized how lonely I felt and how nice it was to have a man in the house.
“So you just chillin’?”
I handed him his drink. “Actually I was just watching a little television in my bedroom.”
“What’s on?”
“I don’t know, some reality show.”
“We can chill up there if it’s cool.”
“Yeah, that’s cool,” I said. I started to say maybe we shouldn’t, thinking this would be a disaster if Dray did show up, but it would serve him right. The martinis had me feeling a little reckless for once.
I put out my hand in a gesture to let Cisco know he should walk up the stairs first, but in a very masculine move he placed his hand in the small of my back and said, “Naw, you go first.” He had an almost sinisterly seductive smile.
I started up the stairs and could feel Cisco walking closely behind me. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes I felt that he was staring at my ass. When we reached the bedroom, Cisco plopped down on the plum-colored chaise longue in the corner.
I turned the channel to ESPN and took a seat on the bed, quietly sipping my drink. The silence was finally broken when Cisco asked whether I minded if he smoked a joint. I didn’t like people smoking in my house but said, “Yeah, go ahead.” Ithought this was funny from a guy who had given me the blues over drinking coffee.
The dim lighting in the bedroom gave a feeling of subdued elegance. All the while I could feel Cisco looking at me, not the television. After an uncomfortable few moments I looked over at Cisco. He took a puff and blew smoke circles between sips of his drink.
With me watching him, he turned his attention to the television. “So you like b-ball?” Cisco asked, without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Yeah.”
“Is that how you and ol’ boi hooked up?”
“Ol’ boi?”
“Your dude who plays for the Hornets. Drayton Jones. The dude who getting ready to have a baby.” He blew another smoke circle.
“I told you we just friends.”
The mention of Dray reminded me how pissed I was at him and disrupted any guilty thoughts I was having about how it would
Before I could say “WTF” he had clicked off.
I’d had a couple of martinis and was slumped lazily across my bed in a wifebeater and gray shorts. Dray had hurt me as much as he had angered me. I couldn’t think of anything else the entire evening. I was about to switch off the flat-screen television and crawl under the covers when I heard the doorbell ring. I jumped up, figuring it was Dray and he had forgotten his keys. I was suddenly very happy and excited.
I rushed down the stairs and opened the door. Standing in a tight-fitting white T-shirt and a black baseball cap covering a red bandanna was Cisco.
“Cisco? What are you doing here so late?”
“I was in the neighborhood and I saw your lights on, so I decided to see what was up.”
Cisco walked into the foyer as if I’d been expecting him.
“What’s up?” I asked, puzzled as to why he was here.
“Just chillin’. You looked a little upset this afternoon, so I was just checking to make sure you were all right.”
I was touched, yet a little suspicious. So I told Cisco I was doing okay. Something about him dropping in worried me— what if Dray had been with me? But maybe after all, considering where we left off with the phone call, there was little chance of that happening. I decided to be polite and offered him a drink.
“What you got?”
“What do you want?”
“How about some vodka, like some of that Grey Goose joint.”
“I think I can do that. What would you like me to mix it with?”
“Some cranberry juice would be sweet.”
I walked over to the bar, suddenly a little embarrassed that I was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but, shit, I wasn’t expecting a guest. I fixed his drink and made another martini for myself. With him just standing there I realized how lonely I felt and how nice it was to have a man in the house.
“So you just chillin’?”
I handed him his drink. “Actually I was just watching a little television in my bedroom.”
“What’s on?”
“I don’t know, some reality show.”
“We can chill up there if it’s cool.”
“Yeah, that’s cool,” I said. I started to say maybe we shouldn’t, thinking this would be a disaster if Dray did show up, but it would serve him right. The martinis had me feeling a little reckless for once.
I put out my hand in a gesture to let Cisco know he should walk up the stairs first, but in a very masculine move he placed his hand in the small of my back and said, “Naw, you go first.” He had an almost sinisterly seductive smile.
I started up the stairs and could feel Cisco walking closely behind me. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes I felt that he was staring at my ass. When we reached the bedroom, Cisco plopped down on the plum-colored chaise longue in the corner.
I turned the channel to ESPN and took a seat on the bed, quietly sipping my drink. The silence was finally broken when Cisco asked whether I minded if he smoked a joint. I didn’t like people smoking in my house but said, “Yeah, go ahead.” Ithought this was funny from a guy who had given me the blues over drinking coffee.
The dim lighting in the bedroom gave a feeling of subdued elegance. All the while I could feel Cisco looking at me, not the television. After an uncomfortable few moments I looked over at Cisco. He took a puff and blew smoke circles between sips of his drink.
With me watching him, he turned his attention to the television. “So you like b-ball?” Cisco asked, without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Yeah.”
“Is that how you and ol’ boi hooked up?”
“Ol’ boi?”
“Your dude who plays for the Hornets. Drayton Jones. The dude who getting ready to have a baby.” He blew another smoke circle.
“I told you we just friends.”
The mention of Dray reminded me how pissed I was at him and disrupted any guilty thoughts I was having about how it would
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