Chapter 34 Crystal
Crystal
I didn’t want to go out; all I wanted to do was head home and get some more Neville Gill loving. We’d been doing it every night, and by God, it seemed it just got more intense each time.
I was having the time of my fucking life!
Not even those asshole bosses of mine or the number-crunching anal-retentive accountants could dampen my mood—at the end of the day, I knew what I was going home to! So this is what good dick did to a girl? Well, goddamn!
Just as I was gathering myself up to leave, my phone rang.
But I just ignored it. Wasn’t nobody or nothing going to keep me in that office past six o’clock.
I sat on the corner of my desk and folded my legs diva-style as I carefully applied my lipstick and thought about how all of a sudden men were falling all over themselves to get to me.
It was as if I were sending off some kind of signal, scent, or vibration that indicated that I was screwing again.
Brothers were beside themselves: passing me slips of papers with telephone numbers, trying to rub up against me on the train—it was out of control. One guy was trying to rap to me so hard that he walked into a telephone pole!
I laughed at the thought of it and then heard my cell phone vibrating in my pocketbook. Hmm, I thought, maybe that’s Neville, wanting me to bring home some more whipped cream; we’d finished off the can I’d brought home last night!
I didn’t even check the number, I was so sure it was him. I flipped the cover, pressed the phone to my ear, and practically yodeled, “Yes, lover!”
“Crystal?”
I recognized Chevy’s voice instantly, and in a panic flipped the cover to the phone closed again.
Shit! I’d sworn Neville to secrecy. I didn’t want anybody knowing what it was he and I were doing up in that apartment every night.
Well, Noah knew, but I didn’t want Chevy to know, and I certainly didn’t want Geneva to find out.
She’d think I’d abandoned her and our cause.
The phone vibrated again, and I let the call go to voice mail, but then when it started up for the third time, I answered it.
“Hello?” I said in a tired voice.
“Crystal?” Chevy sounded panicked. “Did I just call you?”
“Call me? No,” I said, sounding bewildered.
“Oh, I must have dialed wrong. Some woman answered and said—well, anyway that’s not important. I need to get out.”
“So go.”
“No, I mean with the girls.”
“Is this Chevanese?”
The Chevy I knew would never make a request like that. Chevy was a loner and didn’t need anybody to hang out with her—especially women. She never wanted the competition, even though she always reiterated that Geneva and I weren’t competition.
“Yes, it’s me, now stop playing. Can we get together?”
I looked at the phone and thought that all I heard about working for Anja the Anaconda was true. You went in one way and never came out the same, if you came out at all.
“Let me just make sure; this is Chevanese Cambridge, right?” I teased.
“I said stop playing!”
“Okay, girl, okay.”
“Let’s meet at Ida Mae’s.”
“All right, I’ll call Geneva and see if she can—”
“I already called her; she’ll be there at seven,” Chevy said, and the phone went dead.