You're the One I Want by Shane Allison Page A

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    â€œI’ll probably order takeout. It’s likely I will be burning the midnight oil tonight with all of these patient files.”
    â€œSo have you thought about this stuff with your biological father?”
    â€œIt’s all I’ve thought about. I need to work right now to take my mind off things.”
    â€œYou know I’m here for you, no matter what you decide,” I said as I seductively roped my arms around Kashawn’s torso.
    â€œAnd I could use that support system right now.” Kashawn and I came together in a long kiss.
    â€œAre you sure you want to stay cooped up in your study all night?” I asked, caressing the bulge in his pants I was responsible for causing.
    â€œIf I don’t try to get some work done tonight, it will only pile up on me.”
    I licked and kissed Kashawn’s top lip. “How about I pile up on you instead?”
    When I started for his zipper, he eased away. “Let’s do this when I get from under all this paperwork, baby.”
    â€œAre you sure you don’t want a little taste before you head off to the office?”
    â€œHell no, I’m not sure,” he laughed, “but if I don’t leave, I’m going to end up throwing you over this desk and fucking you gorilla style.”
    â€œWhere’s the bad in that?”
    â€œDamn, girl,” he said, looking back at me as he reached for the doorknob.
    â€œYour loss.” I ran my index finger across my cleavage, something that would give Kashawn the initiative to do what he had to do, so he could fuck me stupid later.

16
TANGELA
    F or someone who was skin and bones, Katiesha had the appetite of a moose. She ordered just about everything off the menu. Two double cheeseburgers, two large orders of fries, a large root beer, and two pineapple pies. The fast-food greasy spoon was packed with college kid drunks from the bar across the street. I picked a booth seat in a corner where Katiesha and I could run our mouths. The smell of hot grease bit my senses. Katiesha not only finished off what she ordered, but ate half of what I had on my tray. It was like she was a bottomless pit the way she scarfed down burgers and fries. Damn, to be that skinny and not gain an ounce should be a damn crime.
    â€œSo what that ho up to these days?” Katiesha asked, stuffing fries into her mouth. “Didn’t she get married to some hot-shot doctor?”
    â€œYeah, Dr. Kashawn Parker,” I said.
    â€œI saw a picture of them in the paper. I wasn’t feeling that ugly-ass wedding dress she wore. Who is she fooling, wearing white like she’s some virgin princess? Bougie bitch. Bree always did think she was better than everybody.”
    I swirled my straw around in my sweet tea. “More than ever now that she got a ring on it,” I added.
    â€œHell, that doesn’t mean nothing. She stoops over and shits like the rest of us.”
    I don’t know what I was sickened by the most: Katiesha’s greasyfingers from the hamburgers, or her talking with her mouth full. Who taught this bitch proper table manners, Slimer from Ghostbusters? I’ve seen babies with better manners.
    â€œSo what’s up? You mentioned something about a business proposition.”
    â€œSo you know Bree’s husband?”
    â€œWho hasn’t? I can’t stand that bitch, but, damn, she’s got good taste in men. The girls at the club steady be talking about how fine he is. Bree better not slip ’cause a bitch might push up on it.”
    The thought of Katiesha doing anything to my Kashawn almost made me throw up in my mouth, but I had to keep my composure to get this shit done. “And how much would it take for you to push up on that?”
    â€œWhatchu mean?” Katiesha dipped two fries into a container of spicy ketchup.
    â€œWhat would you say if I told you I would pay you five grand to fuck Bree’s man?”
    â€œI would say stop