Finally she looked up. “Oh, hi.”
I blinked once. “Oh, hi? Did you not hear me?”
She looked around and I knew she didn’t want her co-workers in our conversation, it had written itself in her body language.
“I’m just really confused what we need to talk about?”
Taking a breath, I asked if we could speak away from her television crew and coworkers. Her eyes rolled hard and she motioned for her crew to go on ahead. We walked near some parked cars, trails of others leaving out of the stadium space. She waited for me to speak, horns honking in the distance as fans were clearly happy that we’d won the first game of the season.
“I tried to call…a few times actually.”
“I noticed,” Silver crossed her arms over her chest.
Flashes of her breasts flashed in my mind. The way my tongue had lavished them for attention. I could nearly hear her hissing in pleasure.
“Stop,” she said and shifted with some sort of discomfort.
“Stop what? I haven’t done anything.”
“You’re looking at me like you’ve seen me naked.”
A soft laugh escaped from my lips, and I found myself pulling Silver’s chin up to make her meet my eyes.
“What happened, Sassy Silver…last time I saw you, I was fucking you six ways from Sunday. I mean you’ve always hated me but….”
“I didn’t want to return your stupid phone calls. And like…aren’t you involved with someone? You made me into a cheater, Kelton. Just another reason to hate you.”
I sighed.
Thoughts of my impending fatherhood had been pushed to the back of my mind.
“I didn’t cheat on anyone,” I said. “And neither did you.”
“So, you didn’t get a woman pregnant?”
She huffed and jerked away from my touch. I hated to admit that it stung because I was eager to have her in my arms again, if only for just a minute. My hand dropped to my side, fighting the urge to touch her again.
“I…I did. Silver, this really isn’t a place for this conversation. You should come out to Noir tonight.”
Her lips parted, as if she were about to bare her teeth but she surprised me with a laugh. “I’m exhausted. I’d rather go home and take care…”
A blush crept across her skin and I wondered where her words had been leading to. Surely, she wasn’t about to go home and get off.
“I’m just not in the mood to go out. I’m in my thirties…night clubs are so ten years ago.”
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. My fingers itched to reach out and trace her lips but I refrained.
“Let’s….let’s have dinner or something,” I tried again.
Silver gave my chest a friendly pat. “We had a moment Killa Kels…let’s leave it at a nasty dirty Texas romp. Didn’t mean shit.”
She brushed past me, and I watched her go. She never looked back and I was scared that if she did, I’d lose my mind right then and there. I’d drag her kicking and screaming to my townhouse, chain her up and never let her go. Silver began hollering out to her crew and giving them directions and I was sure that that would be the end of things.
I’d given it a good go though, hadn’t I?
Searching my pockets for the keys to the sports car I’d bought like an idiot recently, I hit the unlock button. The sleek sky blue Aston Martin felt like butter when I got behind the wheel. The moment I peeled out of the parking lot, my phone started ringing and showed on the dashboard console.
“Hey Mama,” I murmured.
