“So you want to go to the hotel after we leave here so I can tap that ass for real this time?”
“David, shut the hell up!”
He tossed his head back with laughter. “You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you. Renee, you fine as hell.”
True that, but I wasn’t even going to go there with his married ass. One thing Renee Moore doesn’t do is intentionally mess with someone else’s husband. Your man, yes. Your husband, no. Even though I don’t attend church on a regular basis, I know that there is a God up there in heaven and if He says do not to be drooling over someone else’s husband, then I know better than to disobey Him. Adultery is a sin, which I have been committing for years on my husband, but that situation was different and as far as I was concerned didn’t count. But I never ever mess with someone else’s husband. I didn’t like that shit when I caught my husband in bed with another man, so I wouldn’t want to see anyone else have to go through that kind of shock, ever.
We danced two songs before I looked over to see Landon. He was leaned up against the bar flirting with some female. As soon as he spotted me, he whispered something in her ear, then headed my way. With his eyes, he asked me to dance. I thanked David, who didn’t look too happy, and moved toward Landon, who wrapped his arms around my middle. Together, we moved to the beat of the music, neither of us saying anything. I closed my eyes and got caught up in the moment.
“Your body feels so good next to mine.”
That shit was corny, but for his fine ass I’m going to let that pass. “You feel good, too.”
“Here we are twenty years later. Who would have ever guessed we’d be attracted to each other?”
I chuckled at his confidence. It was something the old Landon never had. “Who would have ever guessed?”
“Ima keep it real, I have always been attracted to you, even back then.”
“Really?” I said like I didn’t already know.
“Yep. I was such a cornball back then. Highwater pants, thick glasses.”
“Yep.” I laughed.
“I knew back then there was no way I could step to you without having you laughing in my face.”
I shrugged. “You were like a brother to me.”
“And now?” he asked, studying my face. He licked his lips and I felt my body quiver.
“Now . . . when I look at you I don’t think about my brother.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
We chuckled and then I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. For the first time since I left John’s tired ass, I felt that maybe there was a chance for me to finally get it right.
It was during the next song that I got this feeling someone was watching me. Sure enough, I opened my eyes and spotted Leslie from across the room staring at my ass. I locked eyes with her, then ran my hand up and down Landon’s back. Oh, the look on her face was priceless. It took everything I had not to start laughing while I rained light kisses along Landon’s neck.
“Mmmm, that feels good,” he murmured.
I continued to smile over at Leslie, daring her to bring her big booty onto the dance floor.
“You better quit before you start something,” Landon whispered against my ear.
I pulled back and stared up at him, then draped my arms around his neck. “Oh, I’m definitely trying to start something,” I purred and looked over my shoulder to make sure Leslie was still watching. She was.
“What do you have in mind?”
I smiled up at him. “After the club. My place. I think we have a little catching up to do.”
He looked surprised by my response. “Sounds like a plan.”
The song ended and I released him and headed back over to where Danielle was sitting and talking to some short, bald dude. When I got up closer, I recognized him. Christopher Thomas. He and Danielle had dated while in high school.
“Whassup, Nae-Nae?”
I jumped back when I noticed his top teeth had packed up and moved the fuck on. “Hey, Chris, what’s been up wit you?”
“Just trying to hold it together.”
If his teeth were any indication, he was doing a poor job at it.
He looked from me to Danielle. “I was just trying to get your girl here to go out with me.”
I smirked, reached for a chair at the next table, and pulled up a seat. “That sounds like a good idea. Danny, why don’t you go out with him?” She gave me a look that said help me out but I pretended not to notice. “Chris, Danielle loves Red Lobster.”
“Bet! I can take you there tomorrow night. I think they are having all-you-can-eat shrimp.” He wagged his thick bushy eyebrows, then slid an arm around her shoulders. “How ’bout it, Danielle? You want me to pick you up?”
She removed his hairy arm. “I don’t think so.”
I intervened. “What you riding these days?”
He stuck out his chest with pride. “A Geo Metro.”
“Geo Metro?” Danielle and I said at the same time.
“Yep.” You would have thought he said he owned a BMW.
I shook my head with pity. “I thought they stopped making them in the nineties.”
“They did. I have one of the last ones that ever came off the assembly line. I don’t know why they stopped. They are economical. Even with gas prices, I can ride all day for little or nothing.”
“That’s wonderful.” I turned my head to hide my laughter. Chris was definitely a winner.
“Come on, Danny, let’s dance,” he suggested.
Danielle choked on her drink. “Uh, I’m not feeling up to it.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone as long as you save me a dance and promise to think about dinner.”
Danny nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
Chris said good-bye, then moved into the crowd with his pimp-daddy stroll and I howled with laughter.
“You need to quit playing so damn much. Ain’t no way in hell I’m going out with him.”
I was cracking up. “He used to be the love of your life.”
“That was a long damn time ago. Now his ass looks tired as hell.”
We laughed, then leaned back in our seats and enjoyed the music. We were on our third round of drinks when Landon pushed through the crowd and joined our table.
“What’s going on, Danny?” They hugged and he took the chair beside me.
“Damn, boy! The Army definitely does a body good.” She looked him up and down. “I should have snatched you up when you asked me to the spring dance our sophomore year.”
He gave a nervous laugh that used to sound so goofy but now was quite sexy.
For the next couple of songs, we sat there talking about the old days, laughing and shooting the shit. Danielle kicked my leg under the table. Damn, that was a bad habit of hers.
“Uh-oh, here comes trouble,” she said.
I followed the direction of her eyes in time to see Leslie heading our way. I struggled to keep a straight face. She huffed over to us and slammed the palms of her hands onto the table in front of Landon.
“Landon! We need to talk,” she demanded.
Danielle