Hm. That sounds interesting, but why am I the one getting the room? This is your idea, so shouldn’t you be taking care of the arrangements?
My Baby Kelvin:
Under normal circumstances, that would be true. But my schedule is packed with meetings, so it’ll be hard for me to make the accommodations. You book it, and I’ll send you the money to pay for it.
Me:
Okay. Any preference in where we stay? I’m partial to the Hilton or Marriott brands.
My Baby Kelvin:
That’s fine. You can do any one of them near or in the vicinity of the airport. Secure the reservation for two Fridays from now, and I’ll be coming back from travel and need to see my woman. It’s been too long.
Me:
Okay. I’ll take care of it today and send you the information.
My Baby Kelvin:
Bet. I’m looking forward to seeing you and sliding between those luscious thighs. *winking emoji*
Me:
Hm. I guess that will depend on how good you are at role-playing.
My Baby Kelvin:
Trust me, by the end of the night, your pretty ass will find out that role playing isn’t all I’m capable of. I have to run, but I’ll see you soon.
Kelvin’s suggestion of pretending like we’re strangers instead of a couple has me on the verge of throwing up. All day I have been jittery, uneasy, and even second-guessing my agreement to what’s about to happen. My stomach is in knots, and I have been clenching my booty cheeks for hours, which I’m praying will go away sooner than later. With a preoccupied mind, I was dressed and out of the house within thirty minutes. Not wanting to delay my arrival, I let the valet at the hotel park my car.
The short minidress Jandra suggested hugs my body like a glove as I strut into the entrance as if I own the place. Thanks to technology, I have completed my check-in electronically. So, I can head to the bar without stopping at the front desk. The thumping in my chest matches the click-clacking of my heels with every step I take. Externally, I do my best to appear relaxed and as cool as a cucumber. Music blasts from the ballroom not far from the bar, effectively easing the tension in my shouldersas I take a seat dead center in the space where a male bartender assists customers.
“What can I get you, miss?” the bartender asks, placing a paper napkin in front of me.
“Um, do you have any specials tonight?” I ask, placing my clutch on the bar while staring into the vivid blue eyes of the bartender.
Hm. His eyes are beautiful, but his greasy, overgrown hair makes him look dirty. I hope he washes his hands before making my drink.
“You’re in luck. We’re testing out a new drink. Would you like to try it?” the bartender asks with a mischievous grin.
“What is it?” My brows hike and furrow while my eyes watch him intently.
“It’s the Fuck It Bucket and will have you drinking more than one,” he says, smiling.
“Sounds perfect. How about one for the lady and one for me?” A familiar tenor sounds from behind me, causing the hairs on my arms to dance happily. “Is this seat taken?”
My eyes connect with Kelvin’s, and a smile creeps into place when I extend my hand without words, permitting him to sit beside me. Kelvin’s eyes rake over me, causing me to feel like he’s either removing my clothes or photographing every aspect of me.
“Thank you. Kelvin, and you are?”
“Caziya,” I say, placing my hand in his when he outstretches it toward me.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance. What’s a beautiful woman such as yourself doing here alone? If you were mine, I’d never let you out of my sight,” Kelvin grumbles.
Seriously, Kelvin. I am you—oh wait, we’re role-playing. Stay in character, girl.
“I’m a free agent, but believe me, even being yours, I would have periods of being out of sight. I mean, we both have to work,” I say playfully before picking up the drink the bartender drops in front of Kelvin and me, taking a sip. “Mm. This is good.”
