Weirdo
Baby? Don’t sweet-talk me, Marquise.
Me
Erin, can I please call you?
She made me wait five minutes before she attempted to answer me back. The more I stared at the phone, I asked myself if I was really begging a woman to talk to me.
Weirdo
Yes, you can call.
My thirsty ass hit the call button, and she answered.
“Are you done being a diva?” she asked, as I stepped back inside my room. Placing my hand behind my head, I rested on the pillow.
“All you had to do was answer my question,” I said.
“I will hang this phone up and block you, Marquise. We are friends. I don’t have to tell you anything,” she said.
“Erin, I’ll reserve my answer for when I see you tomorrow,” I said.
“And you will get the same response, Marquise,” she bit back, and my heart raced.
I re-adjusted myself in the hard ass hotel bed. If the Basketball League would allow it, I would hop on Mom’s jet and go home tonight.
“Are we gaming?” she asked again.
My body was tired from the game, but I wanted her attention.
“No, I would prefer we talked,” I said.
“Until you fall asleep on me,” she said, and I cackled.
One time, I slipped up and dozed off, and she won’t allow me to live it down. The softness of her voice practically rocked me to sleep. Erin cackling on the other end reintroduced my smile.
Chapter Seven
Crossing the Lines
Marquise
Ientered my bedroom this morning disappointed I didn’t find Erin. She remade the bed better than the cleaning lady. I dropped my bags and texted her phone.
Me
WEIRDO
I focused on the clock, giving her three minutes to respond before I went looking.
Weirdo
WHATTTTT
The all-caps made me laugh because Erin was serious about returning my energy.
Me
