Rico: Hey Babe not going to make it. Last minute gig at the Pink Elephant. I’ll wake you when I get home.
I frowned throwing my phone onto the bed. He’ll wake me up when he gets home? Was he fucking serious? I untucked my legs from underneath me throwing them over the side of the bed. I glanced at myself in the mirror my hair piled high on my head in a messy bun. I was wearing Rico’s boxer shorts a lace camisole and leg warmers that were scrunched around my calves. I was dressed for a night in. A much needed night in with my boyfriend. So much for that. I wouldn’t have been bothered by the fact that he had a last minute gig if it hadn’t been for the lack of time we had been spending together. I knew he worked nights and I worked during the day our schedules conflicted most of the time. But after my father had hired him for the grand opening of Temptations, he had given me the cold shoulder about interfering with his work. He was a disc jockey not a brain surgeon. I didn’t get it. The only thing I knew was that I was really anticipating our night together. A girl’s got needs goddamn it.
It didn’t help matters much that all I could think about was Mikey. I blamed that on Rico too. Lack of orgasms and not seeing my man that much forced the unwanted thoughts of Mikey naked into my head. My phone chimed again. Heaven help Rico if the next text that came through that phone read something like “keep dinner warm”. I’d kill him and prove to the world that I was my father’s daughter so help me God.
I stared at the phone on the bed for a minute fighting the war raging inside of me. I wasn’t some little housewife that was going to sit home. Nope, not me. I reached for the phone ready to unleash my fury on Rico but froze when I saw the text was from Mikey.
Mikey: What’re you doing?
Well, now. I pondered all the ways I could answer the simple question. Did I tell him I had just been stood up? Did I tell him I was sitting in my pajamas waiting to get laid? No, definitely not that.
My fingers worked quickly to reply. I probably should’ve waited right? Maybe not seem so eager.
Me: Trying to decide what to do tonight. What about you?
I chewed on my bottom lip as I stared at the phone waiting for him to reply. It seemed like minutes when in reality it was merely seconds before my phone chimed again.
Mikey: I’ll make it easy for you. You’re hanging out with me.
I grinned like a fool. It was bizarre. My boyfriend could tell me that he was ditching me for work and that he would wake me up when he got home sending me into a fit, but Mikey could dictate what in fact I was doing and I was perfectly fine with that. I even liked it.
Me: What will we do?
It didn’t matter what he replied because I would’ve agreed to anything. I mean it anything. He could’ve said, let’s go rob a bank and I’d ask him if I should bring a crowbar. I was screwed. Actually, I wasn’t and maybe that was part of the problem.
My phone rang and I answered it without even checking who it was. “Hello?”
“I don’t like texting.” He said into the phone sounding a little grumpy.
“Then why did you text me in the first place?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t know.” Mikey said, sighing into the phone.
“I bet you’d like sexting.” I said half serious half curious.
“Want to try?” He said and this time I heard the obvious hint of humor in his voice.
“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable Mikey.” The grin on my face was starting to hurt my cheeks.
“You’re chartering in dangerous waters Princess.” There was no humor in his voice this time. I wanted to push him further see just how far he’d go before he snapped. I don’t know why, but I liked pushing Mikey’s buttons, especially since he had me all out of whack. Yep, there was a big fat ‘Out of Order’ sign on me since Mikey came home.
“So apparently I need a crash course in New York’s night life if I’m going to be any kind of good at this job and I thought you’d make the perfect tour guide.” He added.
I lost all train of thought unable to form a sentence. The idea of Mikey and I all dressed up taking on the city that never sleeps well it did things to me. Like turn me into a brainless idiot.
“Hello? Did I lose you?”
“I’m here.” I croaked.
“So what do you say?” He asked with his voice sounding a little bit impatient.
“Fine. But make sure you look good if you’re going to be my arm candy.” I said smiling. I was already trying to figure out what I was going to wear.
“I’ll try.” He said with a chuckle. Everything in his voice told me he was going to look sexy as hell. I couldn’t wait.
Chapter Seven