Shortly thereafter, we pulled up in front of the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills. I looked at Wop, “What the fuck?”
“I ‘on’t know, Chief. ‘Dis where ‘dey told me to drop you,” he responded looking terrified. He could pick up my loss of patience. The door attendant walked up to the car door and opened it.
“Mr. Jacobs?” he asked. I nodded in agreement. “I’ll escort you to the lounge,” he continued.
I gave Wop an angry glare looking for some answers. Like a kid, he shrugged his shoulders. If I hadn’t had my piece on me I wouldn’t have been so cooperative. I shook my head and followed the bellman.
The Four Seasons was nice. I’d been there once or twice back in the day. I saw they'd undergone a few upgrades and renovations since my last visit. It was ghost town in there. I guess it was because of the hour; it was almost three a.m.. He led me into a lounge there on the first floor. I was extra curious about what the hell was going on because the restaurant was apparently closed. The chairs were hung upside down on the tables and most of the lights were off. As we were nearing the bar in the lounge, I noticed a woman sitting on a stool alone. I immediately thought, “No these mufuckas didn’t get me an escort! They are wildin’! This shit ain’t my style!”
My thoughts then jumped to Rayna. I would much prefer being with her than fooling around with this bullshit. I was about to call Petey when Rayna turned around and smiled so softly. She could tell I was in complete disarray. That familiar face calmed every nerve. I noticed right away that she had removed the makeup she wore during her number at the club. Her face glowed underneath the soft lighting of the bar. Her hair was relaxed and straight, it was rather long. I assumed she wore weaves often because I’d never seen her with such long hair in that relaxed style.
“I thought you were going to blow our cover.” Her fresh face smile lit the entire room as I sauntered over to her.
“What cover?”
“Mine and Petey’s. We’ve been planning this for weeks now. He said you hate surprises and would never get into a car not knowing your destination. I was prepared to have to call you and blow it.”
“It definitely blew my buzz. I was getting heated for a minute.” I spat.
“Well, let me help you with that.” She pushed a martini glass toward me.
“What’s this?” I quizzed. Not that I cared because I would’ve drank poison if she had asked me just to get that ass.
“It’s a dry martini…Ciroc. It goes down smooth,” she forewarned with an anticipatory smile.
I took a sip. “Damn. You’re right. This will sneak right up on a brotha!”
She laughed and sang, “I told you so!” I really dug her sense of humor.
After another sip I probed, “So, what now? I can tell you’re trying to get me drunk. That could only mean one thing.”
“And what’s that?” She looked faux affronted.
“You want something,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“And what could that be?” she played along crossing her legs, exposing her right thigh through her long black silk dress. She leaned into me awaiting an answer. I chuckled knowing she was attempting to seduce me.
I pulled out my pocket watch to check the time. I knew it was late, or rather early, but wanted to be sure.
“Why do you carry an antique style watch?” I glanced up to find Rayna wearing a quizzical gaze.
“Why? Do you not like my watch?” I narrowed my gaze as I returned the watch to my jacket pocket. I couldn’t hide my smirk.