more than ready. I’ll see you at 7:00.” Saint walked out of the studio, closing the door behind him.
“I don’t like your ass, and I never will!” Xenia called out as she slammed her pen down on the table. “Fucking conceited bastard!” she yelled, causing her producer to look up at her in confusion.
* * *
“Where are you taking her?” Raphael asked as he bit into a Bartlett pear from the complimentary fruit basket sent to his suite. Saint continued to dress, looking over himself repeatedly in the mirror. He smiled as he did a 360-degree turn.
“To a local park. I have a special surprise for her there. I had a picnic dinner prepared from the head chef here at the hotel.” Saint deliberated whether to undo another button of his lavender Burberry shirt.
“How do I look?” he asked Raphael. “Oh, I want you to make her a tennis bracelet for me. Keep that in mind. I want pink diamonds all around it – no, make that pink and chocolate diamonds. I’m sure you can hook up a gorgeous design.”
“She gets a bracelet already? Shit, I need the business. Don’t get me wrong, but a tennis bracelet with that type of bling? You might not even like her! Whatever, Man. I’ll take care of it as soon as we get back to New York. I’ll hook it up.”
“I know what I know, Raphael. This is just red tape as far as I’m concerned. We’re just going through the necessary motions to get to the finish line.” Saint continued to check himself out in the mirror.
“So is your plan to bring her here afterwards and bang those guts?” Raphael teased as he yawned.
“Not really. She said she’s not getting down with me like that, and you know she wrote that book about waiting for three months,” Saint said as he turned his back and looked over his shoulder in the full-length mirror. “She acts like she hates me, so I’m sure she’ll want to keep up appearances for a while,” Saint winked. “But there is, of course, the art of seduction. I do plan to break her down. I want to expedite this. It can go fast if I hit the right parts of her vibration. One slip up though, and I’ll be starting over from scratch. She’s tricky.”
Raphael nodded. “Have a great time, Man. Thanks for inviting me, too. I’ve been having a great time myself. I had no idea what you did was this serious. I see why you kept me away from your professional life as much as possible, considering the circumstances. I’m proud of you, though I can’t deny some of it pisses me off. I can’t help but take some of that shit personally, but do your thing, Man,” Raphael shrugged.
Saint nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. If I were you, I’d probably feel the same way. This is bigger than you, though. It’s about Black women and men like me. It’s about what we need.” Saint gave himself one more look-over. “Well, I have to go. Have fun tonight, and remember you’re a married man, so don’t have your wife calling me talking about some shit you did on this trip.”
“I won’t. I’m a year older than you, so stop trying to run daddy on me,” Raphael teased. “I’ll have to bring Latrice and the kids out here next time. They’d have a blast. The kids miss Uncle Saint.”
“We can arrange that,” Saint said as he walked out the door. T-Rex dutifully led him down to the car.
* * *
Xenia stood outside her charming Cape Cod home, dressed in black from head to toe. Her off-shoulder jersey blouse featured a kitten with devil’s horns and was layered with a long, black tanktop underneath. Skin-tight black leggings hugged the curves of her taut thighs and shapely calves. Her black kitten heels were a perfect complement to the ensemble. The driver promptly exited the car and opened her door, allowing her to step inside as he took a generous glance at her backside. Xenia’s thick, natural hair was pulled back elegantly with a large red flower barrette on the side. A
“I don’t like your ass, and I never will!” Xenia called out as she slammed her pen down on the table. “Fucking conceited bastard!” she yelled, causing her producer to look up at her in confusion.
* * *
“Where are you taking her?” Raphael asked as he bit into a Bartlett pear from the complimentary fruit basket sent to his suite. Saint continued to dress, looking over himself repeatedly in the mirror. He smiled as he did a 360-degree turn.
“To a local park. I have a special surprise for her there. I had a picnic dinner prepared from the head chef here at the hotel.” Saint deliberated whether to undo another button of his lavender Burberry shirt.
“How do I look?” he asked Raphael. “Oh, I want you to make her a tennis bracelet for me. Keep that in mind. I want pink diamonds all around it – no, make that pink and chocolate diamonds. I’m sure you can hook up a gorgeous design.”
“She gets a bracelet already? Shit, I need the business. Don’t get me wrong, but a tennis bracelet with that type of bling? You might not even like her! Whatever, Man. I’ll take care of it as soon as we get back to New York. I’ll hook it up.”
“I know what I know, Raphael. This is just red tape as far as I’m concerned. We’re just going through the necessary motions to get to the finish line.” Saint continued to check himself out in the mirror.
“So is your plan to bring her here afterwards and bang those guts?” Raphael teased as he yawned.
“Not really. She said she’s not getting down with me like that, and you know she wrote that book about waiting for three months,” Saint said as he turned his back and looked over his shoulder in the full-length mirror. “She acts like she hates me, so I’m sure she’ll want to keep up appearances for a while,” Saint winked. “But there is, of course, the art of seduction. I do plan to break her down. I want to expedite this. It can go fast if I hit the right parts of her vibration. One slip up though, and I’ll be starting over from scratch. She’s tricky.”
Raphael nodded. “Have a great time, Man. Thanks for inviting me, too. I’ve been having a great time myself. I had no idea what you did was this serious. I see why you kept me away from your professional life as much as possible, considering the circumstances. I’m proud of you, though I can’t deny some of it pisses me off. I can’t help but take some of that shit personally, but do your thing, Man,” Raphael shrugged.
Saint nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. If I were you, I’d probably feel the same way. This is bigger than you, though. It’s about Black women and men like me. It’s about what we need.” Saint gave himself one more look-over. “Well, I have to go. Have fun tonight, and remember you’re a married man, so don’t have your wife calling me talking about some shit you did on this trip.”
“I won’t. I’m a year older than you, so stop trying to run daddy on me,” Raphael teased. “I’ll have to bring Latrice and the kids out here next time. They’d have a blast. The kids miss Uncle Saint.”
“We can arrange that,” Saint said as he walked out the door. T-Rex dutifully led him down to the car.
* * *
Xenia stood outside her charming Cape Cod home, dressed in black from head to toe. Her off-shoulder jersey blouse featured a kitten with devil’s horns and was layered with a long, black tanktop underneath. Skin-tight black leggings hugged the curves of her taut thighs and shapely calves. Her black kitten heels were a perfect complement to the ensemble. The driver promptly exited the car and opened her door, allowing her to step inside as he took a generous glance at her backside. Xenia’s thick, natural hair was pulled back elegantly with a large red flower barrette on the side. A
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