Page 51 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“It’s been a while,” I replied as I stood and let someone else take my place. We headed to play air hockey.
“What’s a while, Salem?”
I chuckled. “A while.”
“Don’t let me find out you’ve been in your man cave playing Ms. Pac-Man.”
We played air hockey, where she kicked my ass; shooting zombies that she won; shooting basketball, where the score was close, but I won; and then Call of Duty.
“We need two more players,” she stated, looking around.
Two little boys around the ages of twelve joined us and teamed up against Koi and me. When we walked away, handing those two little boys the win, she declared, “I’m hungry after all that work.”
“Or more like after they handed us our asses, we’re ready to head out of here with our heads hung low in shame,” I stated.
“Who? I’m walking out of here with my head held high. At thirty, I think I did pretty good holding my own against them little shysters.”
“Damn, why you clowning on them kids like that, bae?” I asked, walking out of the arcade.
“Because I’d seen their little asses when you were playing Ms. Pac-Man. They were walking around there playing people for money. Acting like they were new to the games. They’re nothing but a bunch of twelve-year-old hustlers.”
I laughed at her outrage as we headed back to the car. I unlocked the door, but before she got in, she turned to me and looped her arms around my neck.
“Thanks for this, baby. I had fun.”
“Any time, sweetheart. You know you can have the world if it’s mine to give. And if it ain’t, I’ll steal that shit and give it to you.”
She tipped up and kissed me deeply and thoroughly.
“Since you’ll give me anything, when was the last time you played Ms. Pac-Man?”
I chuckled.
“Salem.”
“Okay, okay, baby. A couple of nights ago.”
“Salem!”
“Well, it has been a while. Before that, I played it four times a day every day.”
“Now tell me how you’re about to make up for cheating?”
“I didn’t cheat.”
When she glared at me, I conceded. “Okay, baby. I tricked you. I had an unfair advantage. We’re going to the Rooftop for dinner and desserts.”
“That’s more like it.” She grinned, dropping into the car.
It was gettingclose to spring, but flowers were already blooming. The Cherokee roses, our state flower, and Koi’s favorite flower had already bloomed. The sweet clove-like fragrance was redolent in the air.
Koi’s eyes were closed as she inhaled the scent. Her hair blew all around her, whipping back and forth. She tugged the hood of her sweater up on her head, but it only blew off again as the helicopter descended.
“Are you excited?” I shouted over the loud rotors of the chopper.
“Yes! I’ve been texting Primrose and Chelsea about it all day long!” she shouted back.
I grabbed her hand as the helicopter landed, and we rushed ahead to meet our pilot.
