Page 54 of When You Dance
“I had a great day, Mel. What about you? Did you get any rest?”
“I got a lil bit earlier. When I was about to take a nap this evening, Rondo and Arrow both called. I’m rested though.”
“Good. Let me put the finishing touches on my makeup so I can be ready when you get here.”
“A’ight. See you in about thirty minutes.”
“Okay.”
She ended the call as I listened to the playlist. “Obsession” had come on. It was a slower cut that she’d danced to before. I didn’t get to witness that performance though. It was the same night she’d gotten assaulted. I changed my playlist to my Obsession playlist. It was all the songs that I’d witnessed her dance to. It had about twenty-five songs in it. My favorites would forever be “Drunk In Love”, “When You Dance”, “Can I Take U Home”, and “Somebody Gotta Be On Top”. They all held memories about her that I would never forget.
When I got to her place and rang the doorbell, baby girl opened the door wearing a short black dress that showed off every fucking dimple in her hips. I licked my lips as I scanned her body. “Damn. You look beautiful.”
“And you look handsome. Come in, baby.”
I handed her the small bouquet of roses I’d gotten from the florist earlier, then kissed her cheek. “Jamel, damn. I almost wanna skip our reservations.”
“I would normally agree, but I’ve never taken you on a date. We have plenty of time to suck and fuck one another when we get done eating.”
She side-eyed me as she smirked. I was taking her to an upscale Italian restaurant called Potente. She loved Italian more than anything else it seemed. I wasn’t a picky nigga. I could find something to eat anywhere. I didn’t have much of a favorite.
After putting her flowers in water, she came back to me and hugged me tightly. “I missed you so much. Now that I’m somewhat done with training and learning how she runs her studio, I should be able to leave earlier. I’ll be running the pole dancing class alone.”
“Good. Every part of me misses every part of you too.”
She tilted her head back and lightly kissed my lips. “Thank you for tonight. You always make me feel special.”
“That’s because you are. Don’t ever forget that, baby. I love you.”
She smiled slightly and lowered her head. “You’re special, too, and the longer we were apart, the more I realized just how special you are. I love you too, Mel.”
My eyes widened slightly, and just like that, she’d fucked up our reservations. “Say it again, Sandrene.”
“I love you.”
“Say it in Portuguese.”
“Eu te amo.”
“Say it in Cape Verdean Creole.”
“Nta amabo.”
“Can you say it in French?”
“Je t’aime.”
“Damn. It sounds good any way you say it. I didn’t think it would come this soon, but I’m not upset about that shit.”
I slid my hands along her jawline and pulled her to me, knowing I was about to fuck her lipstick up.
When I pulled away from her, I said, “So Sandrene is in love with me. Tell Obsession I’m waiting to hear from her too.”
She bit her bottom lip then unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants. She pulled my dick out and went to her knees, pulling him between her lips and down her damn throat. “Oooh fuck! I think she been loving me for a while now.”
She shook her head, causing my dick to be in a boxing match with her tonsils as she applied pressure beneath my balls. After a couple of minutes of that shit, I shot off down her throat. She sucked every drop from me, then stood and kissed my lips. “Did she prove her love?”
I shivered from the aftershocks, and said, “Hell yeah, but I need further convincing. Potente will have to see us another day.”
