Page 2 of Let it Breathe
I swung the door open, and she yelped and jumped back out of the way. My 3,000 count Egyptian sheets wrapped around her body pissed me off.
"Donovan." A gruff voice echoed through my apartment.
I turned toward the voice on the other side of my door and grinned.
"Who is that?" Coral asked.
I shrugged and headed to the door.
"Well, don't open it. He might be an intruder."
Never mind.I lived on the twenty-sixth floor of a building so secure; guests needed a passport to enter.
"Let me check. You’d better get dress." I pointed toward her dress balled up on the floor.
"Okay. Be careful." She dropped the sheet. I shook my head. Her ass offered no appeal. It was flat with no line of demarcation between her ass and her thighs. I prayed she didn't leave anything behind. Women did that to me all the time, like finding their nasty panties under my pillow would make me call them.
"Don't forget your bra on the headboard."
"Oh." She reached for it, lost her balance, and fell on the bed. I rolled my eyes and left her to fend for herself.
Calvin, my business manager and best friend, had his head buried in my fridge when I walked into the kitchen.
"I thought Anna came on Saturday." He pulled out a bottle of red Gatorade, and I snatched it from him. He frowned and grabbed another one.
"She comes on Thursday." I downed half the bottle. "You should know. You hired her. What are doing here?"
"Golf." He waved his hand in front of my face. "You awake yet? We have a tee time in an hour."
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, man. I forgot." I finished the rest of the bottle and reached into the pantry for a protein bar. "Listen, I'll go get dress. You get rid of …" Oh, shit. I forgot that quick.
Calvin gave me his famous disapproving nod. I shrugged and headed for the hallway entrance to my closet. I stopped before entering and turned back.
"Coral," I whispered.
He chuckled and shook his head.
Calvin had herded women to and from me for years, but since he graduated with an MBA from UCLA two years ago, I respected his new role and his new hustle. His ho wrangling days were over. He was no longer my assistant; his role was to make us money.
I pulled on a pair of gray-cuffed golf pants and a white and gray striped golf shirt.
I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror.
I make this shit look good.
"Of course, he'll call you, Coral. I'll make sure of it." I heard Calvin's voice rise to signal the coast was clear. I entered my room and retrieved my wallet and watch.
When I heard the front door shut, I breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't always go that smoothly.
I grabbed my shoes and a jacket and headed out to the living room.
"Where did you find her?" Calvin asked.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"You don't even remember where you were last night."
"I didn't have that problem when you came out partying with me."
