Waiting For The Other Shoe to Drop: Part 21-A
Sonia tapped her cousin on the shoulder. He turned around
and this man was stunning, whisky brown eyes, a manicured goatee, smooth brown
skin and thick lips that looked ripe for kissing. Our eyes locked briefly
before he gave Sonia a big hug. "Thanks for coming out, cuz," he said
when he released her. "And who is this?"
"Mimi Collins," I said then extended my hand to
him, expecting him shake it. Instead, he kissed it and those lips felt even
more amazing than they looked. A quiver passed through my system and Sonia
smiled as if she saw something here. David held my hand a beat longer as he
gave me a slow once over.
"Mimi Collins, huh? I have never seen you at a family
reunion."
"That's because she's not related to us and you haven't
been to a reunion in three year," Sonia said.
"True. I have been a little busy." He dropped my
hand and leaned in to me. "Glad you're not my cousin."
Me too, I thought unsure if flirting with the boss's cousin was the
best thing to do in her face.
"What can I play for you?" he asked while waving
for a server.
"I doubt you have my kind of music in that MacBook."
"You're probably right. I don't see you as a Nicki Minaj
type girl anyway."
"Hi David," the server said as she climbed into
the DJ booth, Then she chilled Sonia and I with an icy stare. "What do you
need?"
"Get the ladies whatever they like and bring me a
bottle of water."
She grinned at him. "You've been drinking water all
night. Are you sure I can't interest you in anything else?" She flipped
her blonde weave. Wanna be Beyoncé ass. Whoa. Why am I being man and I haven't had one drink
yet?
"Miss," Sonia said. "Patron, bring the
bottle. Silver and chilled glasses."
She looked at Sonia as if she wanted to say something smart,
but she nodded.
"And lime slices," I said, though I wouldn't have
trusted her not to spit or lick them.
"Anything else?" she asked, her eyes trained on
David.
"Nah, we're good."
Sonia laughed. "I see they're still throwing panties at
you." She didn't care if she stepped on my toes or the server -- who was
with in ear shot when Sonia made her quip.
David rolled his eyes and grabbed the microphone, urging the
crowd to tip the lovely waitresses. Fake Beyoncé put a twist in her padded hips and Sonia and I had a good
laugh. "Hopefully her shout out will keep the spit out of my Patron."
"So, your cousin is a bit of a player?" I asked,
unable to take my eyes off that muscular ass in those jeans. Well fitting, well-worn
blue jeans that I wanted to peel off with my lips, teeth and tongue.
Oh boy, this was going to be trouble.
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