“Nah. Social media. I’ve been tagged an obscene amount of times.”
Chuckling, I shook my head.
“Sorry.”
“There’s no need to be sorry. Not unless you didn’t make that purchase.”
“I have five bags just like that one.”
“I want you to have that one…here.”
“Good because, I was trying to justify the twelve thousand dollar charge on your card for a bag I already have.”
“Doesn’t need to be justified, my baby.”
“What do you know about fashion?” I questioned.
“Nothing. But, I know what I like when I see it. And, I know what I’d like you in when I see it on you. That’s enough.”
“I agree.”
Silence coated the line. I made circles on the counter with my index finger.
“Be ready at eight.”
“For?”
“Be ready, my baby.”
The line died. I held the phone in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around the man on the other end. Ishmael was doing things to me that hadn’t been done before. He was making me feel things I’d never felt before.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” I squealed.
I made note of the time on the phone screen. Three hours. It was just enough time to pull myself together and have an hour nap. I tiptoed up the stairs, hips rolling and hands high in the air.
“I let my thoughts run wild when I’m thinking of you,” I sang. “I get to acting like a child when I’m thinking of you.”
My cell became the mic and Mercer’s condo became the stage I wasn’t aware I needed.
“Okay with losing track of time when I’m thinking of you. You say you’re on the way. I say baby that’s cool.”
ELEVEN
7:42p
I connected the back of the earring with the fastener. Carefully, I slid the fastener upward, stopping near my earlobe. In the full-length mirror hanging on the wall of the study, I peered at my reflection.
The fresh blow out Flo had worked wonders on was swaying with each turn of my head. The virgin hair was perfect for the style. The ending result belonged in one of the hair magazines from the nineties. My extensions were flourishing.
Ding.
Dong.
Ishmael was eighteen minutes early. So was I. Anxiousness swelled my chest. I’d been waiting for the moment I saw his handsome face since he vanished into thin air this morning.
I missed him. So did my girl downstairs. She purred at the thought of the time they’d spent together.
In the kitchen.
