Page 10 of His Secure Embrace
ME:
You know what… Hell yeah. I’ll keep y’all posted.
TAVA:
Yeah! Stella’s getting her groove back.
LYNAE:
She gon’ be hiding in that nigga bushes when he done turning her every way but loose.
I shook my head and closed the group chat. I hovered over James’s contact. Would it be too forward to text him the same night I got his number? What would I even say?
“Just do it, Brielle,” I commanded.
I tapped the contact and opened a new message thread.
ME:
Hey
As I waited, I realized it was well past three o’clock in the morning. Most people would be in bed by now. Defeat had crept up my core. I should delete the message before he sees it. My heart raced as I watched the notification switch from delivered to read.
James:
What’s up, beautiful? I was wondering when you’d hit me up.
ME:
I’m surprised you’re still up.
James:
Yeah, I usually get home an hour or so after the club closes, depending on my shift. What are you doing up this late?
ME:
It definitely is well past my bedtime, but I couldn’t get you out of my mind.
James:
Yeah? What a coincidence. I’ve been thinking about you all night too.
My bead throbbed between the folds. She needed to be soothed by a six feet and some change dread head. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard. I didn’t want to scare him away with my horniness, but I definitely needed him to take the edge off.
ME:
Well don’t tell me things like that because I’ll tell you to pull up and show me a thing or two.
James:
Lol, and like I told you at the club I’m a man who can show you better than I can tell you. However, I saw you and your friends knocking back those drinks…
ME:
What does me having a couple drinks have to do with you folding me like a lawn chair?
James:
