“I don’t think I realized that you snored when we spent the night together. That pussy must’ve really put my ass to sleep.”
It took a second for me to figure out where the voice came from, but as soon as it registered that it was Nicholas who was talking, I burst out laughing.
“You almost gave me a heart attack. I hope you know that.”
“You fart in your sleep. I hope you know that.”
I laughed. “That’s a damn lie.”
“You let a few off. You might need to cut back on the late-night snacks.”
“Let me guess, you’re calling off the engagement now.”
“Hell naw, I’m moving up the wedding date. That’s married people shit.”
“Whatever, fool. Did you sleep at all?”
“No, I’ve been doing some networking with my overseas contacts.”
“Do you ever sleep?”
“On occasion. I’m about to get a couple of hours before my workout this morning.”
“What time do you work out?”
“Usually five thirty; I might wait until six if I have Amira.”
“Oh no, you’re too dedicated for me.”
“My hard work pays off. I think you agree with that by the way you were slobberin’ last night.”
“I’m not even going to respond to that. Let me let you get some sleep.”
“Before you go, how much do you weigh? I need to adjust my workout.”
“I’m not telling you how much I weigh, crazy. What the hell does my weight have to do with your freaking workout?”
“First of all, I’ve already seen every inch of you, and I love it all from the inside out. I wish you were naked all the time, but civilization calls for clothes. I need to know how much you weigh so I can make sure I’m always able to toss you up like a salad.”
“In that case, I was like two twenty the last time I checked.”
“Oh, you’re way below my limit. That ass is getting tossed.”
“Boy, shut up.”
“I’m not playing, but let me let you go tinkle. I can’t have nothing happening to my new favorite treat.”
“Bye, Nicholas.”
He chuckled. “Good night, Jameela.”
“This baked chicken is phenomenal,” I said, picking up my glass of sweet tea and taking a swig to wash down what was left of my meal.
“So are you, Jameela.”
“Why do you always say stuff like that?” I asked, rolling my eyes playfully.
In the past week, Nicholas and I met three times for lunch in one of the casinos restaurants. Both of them seemed to have amazing chefs. I wasn’t sure which I liked best, the steakhouse or the seafood restaurant.
