The Sweetest Heat

Chapter 1

SCOTTIE JACKSON

I had been looking at my best friend, Alicia Green, twerk her ass down on the dance floor of club Pure.

She had on a pair of stiletto heels and a short green halter top dress with the back out all the way down to the top of her ass crack.

Just from looking at her, you wouldn’t be able to tell that she saved lives on a daily basis as a registered nurse at Shands emergency room.

She was also planning on going back to school to be an ARNP.

I guess she loved looking at blood and shit.

Meanwhile, I loved numbers. I was a certified personal accountant for Duke and Pilar Ramses.

They owned a bunch of casino type businesses, Pilar also owned a women’s shelter type place.

I also worked for TK and Jholee Kincaid who owned a club and a dancing studio.

Just with those two clients, I make a lot of money.

Enough money to rent my own office out on Central Parkway in a building.

My phone vibrated just as Alicia stumbled over to me.

“Best friend is you okayyy?” she asked me. “Come out here and twerk that fat ass.”

Alicia straddled me and started circling her hips, putting her DD’s in my face.

“Girl, yes, I am fine. You know that I can’t stand up in these heels for a long ass time or my feet will swell up. I don’t even know how you are standing up in them tall ass heels when you stand on your feet damn nearly sixty hours a week,” I said in her ear.

“Because I am that bitch. Come on,” Alicia said.

“Okay, let me text Arsenio back right quick,” I said, knowing that it was my boyfriend who had texted my phone.

Arsenio Baker and I had been dating for the last four years.

He actually worked for TK selling drugs, and he made damn good money.

I ain’t have to spend my money on anything if I didn’t want too.

The only down side of dating a drug dealer was the fact that he was gone all the fucking time.

I couldn’t wait until he would be able to stay home a lot like TK is at home with Jholee.

The other downside of Arsenio being gone is the fact that we argue a lot. A whole lot.

“Girl, fuck Arsenio black ass. He be out all the fucking time. The minute you want to go out and have fun, he be bitching. Him and Ryker are in Miami right now, probably letting strippers bounce on their little ass dicks,” Alicia said and laughed.

Ryker Carter was Alicia’s boyfriend. He worked with TK as well. He and Alicia had a much better relationship than me and Arsenio, and I wished I knew why.

“Girl, you wouldn’t be crazy about Ryker if his dick was small.” Alicia laughed.

“Just let me text him back,” I said and opened my phone to read the text.

Arsenio: Scottie, why you ain’t answer the phone the last couple of hours? Don’t act like I don’t know you and AG out shaking y’all ass at Pure. You be forgetting that I got eyes everywhere.

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling because he was starting to piss me off. He always knew how to get me going.

Me: Are you at the hotel?

The dots appeared on the screen and then went away. Came back more time before going away again.

He about to lie, I thought to myself.

“Scottie, come on! Let’s go get one more drink before we leave. I know you like making Arsenio happy, even if he doesn’t make you happy.”

Alicia pulled me up out of my seat, latched onto my hand, and we walked through the club holding hands.

Once we made it to the bar, we took a seat and Alicia ordered a glass of Sangria.

She loved Sangria so much that she could drink a whole pitcher by herself in one sitting.

She only drank on the weekends because she worked a lot during the week.

“Baby, what you drinking?” Alicia whispered in my ear, before kissing my cheek.

I swallowed the lump in my throat because she always made me feel things.

Like… things a woman in a relationship shouldn’t be thinking about.

Alicia was a pretty dark chocolate something.

Her high cheek bones, plump lips, and round face made her look like her occupation could be a model.

Her body was slim thick as if she worked out every day, but she ate worse than I did.

Since she was a nurse and on her feet all day, it balanced out, plus she was tall and the junk food she did eat, went straight to her hips and ass.

“Um, surprise me?” I said.

Alicia got the bar attendant’s attention and asked for a Punch Surprise. Five minutes later the bar attendant came and sat our drinks in front of us. I leaned forward and took a sip of the drink and it tasted good…too good.

“Girl, are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked her.

“No, baby girl. I want you to loosen up. You know we barely get a chance to hang out.”

“You’re right.”

I looked at my phone to see that Arsenio hadn’t even texted me back, so I started sipping on the drink a little more.

After I finished the drink, Alicia and I walked out to the dance floor and she started grinding on me and shaking her ass while Back That Azz Up by Juvenile was playing.

Twenty minutes later, my feet were getting ready to fall off.

“My feet are starting to kill me now. Are you ready to go?” I asked Alicia.

“Yeah, we can.”

Alicia paid for our drinks and we left the club. The club was getting ready to close in thirty minutes anyway. We got into her car and sat there for a second.

“You going home, or you want to come to my condo?” she asked me.

“We can go back to your condo, I’ll be bored at mine without Arsenio being there. Plus, I know you already got come blunts rolled up.”

“Know meeee!” she sang.

Alicia danced in her seat before cranking her car and pulling out of the parking lot.

Thirty minutes later, we were pulling through the gates of her condo and then into her parking space.

I was glad that she stayed on the first floor because I didn’t think I would have been able to walk up any number of stairs in these heels.

As soon as we walked into the condo, I immediately kicked my shoes off in the corner of the foyer and released a sigh a relief.

“You want some food?” Alicia asked me once we were in the living room, and I had plopped down in the reclining chair.

“No, I’m—”

I immediately stopped talking when Alicia slid her dress down her body with her heels still on.

She stepped out of it and was standing there as naked as the day she was born.

At this point, I wasn’t sure if she was talking about real food or her clean, shaved pussy.

I wouldn’t even know what to do if she offered it to me.

I guess it was because I had never been with a woman before, but Alicia made it seem as if it was the most intimate thing ever.

The reason I was feeling the way I was feeling about her now was the conversation that we had last night when we were texting.

AG: I definitely get wetter when a woman is between my legs. It’s no shade to Ryker, or any of that because he’s gets me wet as fuck, but it’s just something about a woman being down there.

Me: Really? Is there a difference? Ryker has big lips.

AG: It’s not about the lips, shorty. It’s just about the feel of a woman being down there. LOL. Anyway, you’re not about that life woman. So, are we still down for going out tomorrow night?

Me: You don’t know what I’m down for. But hell yeah, we are.

AG: Mhm. You not cheating on Arsenio, let alone for a woman. LOL. Night.

“Girl stop acting like you ain’t seen me naked before. You want some food?”

I shook my head because a knot had formed in my throat the size of a softball.

She laughed and smiled at me as always, probably forgetting about the conversation that we had last night.

It seems as if she forgot every time, but I never did.

After every conversation, I found myself wanting Alicia more and more.

I just wanted to try it out, and I promised myself that if I didn’t like it, I would never try it again.

“Well, the blunts are on the coffee table and I’m about to go wash this gunk off my face,” Alicia said to me.

She finally kicked her shoes off, bent over showing me all of her goods, picked up her shoes and dress, and walked into the room.

While she was in the bathroom, I got the blunt off the table and lit it.

While she was in there, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see if Arsenio had decided to text me back, and when I saw that my phone didn’t have any messages, I rolled my eyes.

I pulled on the blunt a few times before I started feeling the effects of it.

Alicia always had the good shit, Arsenio only gave me some poo ass weed, talking about I didn’t need to get addicted to it like my friend was.

I don’t know why Arsenio hated Alicia, but he did. He didn’t even have a reason to, yet.

Fifteen minutes later, Alicia had come back into the living room and sat down.

She was in a brown bandeau bra covering her DD’s and a pair of black Victoria Secret shorts and that left very little to the imagination.

She had pulled her wig off her head and her real hair was pulled up into a high bun on top of her head.

Her chocolate face was free of make-up and any type of blemishes.

“Hand me my shit before you smoke it all and I have to whoop your ass up in here,” Alicia said and reached for the blunt.

“How the fuck you get out of taking pee tests?”

“For one, I’m a nurse. I clean my system out weekly, but I been working there ever since I was an LPN. They know I know my shit. I don’t bother nobody at that job and the only people that better bother me at that job are the patients.”

“Ugh, you are always so damn rowdy.”

“Hush,” she said and handed me back the blunt.