She contemplated calling Barney-bama over and asking him to save it, but thought better of it. He was still standing there looking pitiful and getting turned down by fifty-eleven hoochies. He very well might have saved the seat, but Tempest knew he would try to get some play afterward, and she didn’t even want to be bothered.
Tempest crossed her legs to hold it in, trying to get Janessa’s attention by waving her arms. Janessa knew the routine. Armwaving meant, Get your ass off the dance floor long enough for me to go tinkle.
“Doing bar-stool aerobics?”
Tempest glanced to her left to see what stupid-ass fool had made the statement. She was pleasantly surprised. The brotha was fine. Scratch that, he was F-I-O-N-E. Tall, dark and handsome with a navy Hugo Boss double-breasted suit on. Tempest could spot good taste a mile away. On top of that, he smelled downright lickable. She recognized the scent but couldn’t quite place its name. It was expensive, though.
She managed to swallow the smart-aleck remark before it escaped her lips and blushed instead, finding it hard to believe she was still capable of blushing. “No, just trying to flag my girl down,” Tempest replied. “She’s on the dance floor.”
“The sistah in the red dress, right?”
Hmm, he had that Barry White voice going on also. An added bonus, Tempest thought to herself. She eyed him up and down, trying to find something, anything, retarded looking about the man, but simply put, he looked like the words F-U-C-K M-E spelled out to her. “Yes, the one in the red dress,” she replied cautiously, wondering how he knew that and if he was really playing a role to get to Janessa through her. She knew some men preferred hoochiness over the conservative type. “How do you know that we’re together?”
“Because I’ve been watching you since you sashayed in here,” he said. “I witnessed the two of you make an entrance. Two beautifully stunning women are hard to miss. Especially in a place like this.”
Tempest began to warm up to him a little. She could feel the icicles falling off her face and evaporating into thin air. That sashayed and stunningly beautiful kind of got to her. “A place like this? What do you mean by that?”
He laughed again. Was he laughing at her? It was beginning to irritate her slightly, but not enough for her to get up and walk away from his fine ass.
“No offense to the sistahs in here, but a lot of them have issues.”
Tempest couldn’t help but break a grin. The brotha was stealing her word. “What do you know about issues?”
“I know an issue is what an emotional defect becomes when it graduates from being a problem.”
“That’s real deep,” Tempest replied, in awe of his wording again. She longed to hear more, wondering if it was possible to meet a decent man in a meat market. To think, he was standing beside her the whole time she was checking out the rest of the dog pound. Shame on it all! “So what’s your name? Darius?”
“No,” he snapped, seemingly offended. “Why on earth would you suggest my name is Darius?”
“I don’t know! You just look like a Darius to me. It’s not like I asked if your name was Doreen or Dorothy or something. Get a grip!”
He smirked while Tempest tried to play it off by taking another sip of her drink. She didn’t mean to offend the brotha. It was just that she’d a
lways envisioned marrying a man named Darius, but she had yet to meet one. Janessa always said she had more of a chance of meeting a man named Rogaine than Darius, but you couldn’t tell Tempest anything once she was convinced. Maybe the fine specimen of a man standing beside her wasn’t the one after all.
“Well, do you care to know my real name?”
Tempest giggled, realizing she was being a bit too obvious about slightly losing interest since his name wasn’t Darius. “Umm sure, what’s your name?”
He reached out to shake her hand. She gave it to him. What the hell? “My name is Geren, and yours?”
“Tempest,” she answered, waiting for him to ask her a stupid question. Does that mean you have a temper? Does that mean you’re like a storm in the bedroom? If she had a dollar for every nucca that asked her one or the other, she would have been sitting on top of the world like Brandy and Mase. “It’s nice to meet you, Geren.”
“Same here.” He didn’t ask her a stupid question. What a shock! His eyes darted toward the dance floor just as “I’ll Be Dat” by Redman came on. “Care to dance?”
As much as Tempest wanted to, since that happened to be her cut of the month—well, at least one of her cuts—she was more concerned with needing a Depends. “I would love to dance, but can you give me a minute to run to the little girl’s room?”
“No problem. I’ll be right here waiting when you return.”
Tempest almost lost control of her bladder for real when he flashed his cinematic smile. Now she was battling two things—having to go potty and being horny. Since it was physically impossible to cum and pee at the same time, Tempest was hoping for the orgasm. Lawd knows she could have used one.
“I’ll be right back!” Tempest leaned over and yelled in his ear, practically shouting. Damn, even his ears looked delicious! She could picture herself sucking on his earlobes all night. Maybe not all night, but a good fifteen minutes before heading farther south.
Geren watched Tempest barge her way through the crowded club to the rest room. He had no idea why he even approached her. He had noticed her when she came in, though—that was no lie. She was so modestly dressed compared to the hot momma she came with. He appreciated a woman who didn’t feel she had to advertise her goods. From where he was sitting, she had a lot of goods to offer. Even in that homely black suit, he could tell she was hauling a lot of junk in her trunk. Nothing like a big booty and a smile. She had both, and he could hardly wait to see what she had in her mind.
Tempest managed to make it to the rest room somehow, and not a moment too soon. As usual, the ladies’ room was standing room only. As soon as Tempest squatted, at least a two-liter came flowing out of her bladder. She came out of the stall and found Janessa in the mirror straightening her dress—what there was of it.
“Uh-huh,” Janessa started in on her. “I saw your fresh behind out there flirting, Tempest.”