5/Renee #2
“So, you want to get a room 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… absolutely. 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 decades 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. 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 wide ass 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?”
1 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 arm. “I don’t think so.”
I intervened. “What you riding these days?”
He stuck out his chest with pride. “A PT Cruiser.”
“PT Cruiser?” 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.”
“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. When Leslie stormed to our table and slammed her palms down, Danielle muttered, “Uh-uh. No, she didn’t.”
“Oh, yes, I did,” Leslie snapped evenly. “Landon! We need to talk,” she demanded.
Danielle gave her a dismissive wave and pointed to the other side of the club. “Y’all need to take that shit over there.”
I started laughing because I ain’t think Leslie had it in her. But here her big ass was, leaning over the table all in his face waiting for Landon to acknowledge her.
Landon finally stood. “Excuse me a minute.”
“Yeah, excuse him,” Leslie shot back before storming off.
I called after him, “Go handle your business, boo! I’ll be right here.” Danielle and I burst out laughing. Danny and I exploded with laughter. “She would want to do something about her breath.”
“That wasn’t her breath. That’s her armpits.”
I started waving my hand in the air. “Hell nah! She smelled sour as hell.”
“I can’t believe Landon was screwing her.”
I sucked my teeth. “At the looks of things, he probably still is.”
I watched the two of them in the comer going at it. Leslie was definitely feeling some type of way seeing him with me, but then most women do. Whatever!
My eyes traveled around the room and I spotted several people I knew who were too damn old to be in this place, but then who was I to talk. I had no business being in here my damn self. This was definitely a college hangout spot.
I looked over at the door and my mouth dropped. “Danny, ain’t that Ron?”
“Where?”
I pointed and she practically broke her neck trying to see who was walking through the door.
I ain’t gonna lie, Ron is delicious in a thuggish kinda way. Tootsie Roll dark chocolate. Tall with a muscular build. Straight-back cornrows. He had on low-rider jeans and a white T-shirt.
“Who’s that girl he’s with?” From across the room she looked vaguely familiar.
“I don’t know and don’t care,” Danielle answered with straight attitude. She tried to act like she didn’t care, but her eyes reflected her anger and I could tell she was still hurting over him. I tried to cheer her up. “Girl, that bitch’s weave is whacked.”
Danielle laughed. “Right.”
I rose. “I’m going to grab another drink. You want one?”
She nodded, though her eyes stayed locked on Ron. “Yeah. Another drink would be great.”
I shook my head as I walked off. I don’t know why Danielle can’t just move on. Men like Ron aren’t the marrying kind. They’re the kind you fuck.