“Mmmmm…” was all I could manage to keep my drink in my mouth and swallowing it before saying, “Mr. Jacobs, how crazy it is that I see you here!”
All those carnal feelings from our night in Phoenix came flooding in. I was mesmerized. He was fine, absolutely gorgeous. I can’t emphasize that enough. His chocolate skin was clear and glistening. His goatee was neatly shaven and his teeth were an even shade of white. He wore a pair of raw gray denim jeans, a white graphic T-shirt with a silver, black and baby blue graphic in it, a baby blue track jacket and to top it off, a pair of crisp Jordans. He accessorized with a platinum chain anchoring a diamond encrusted cross. I wasn’t used to this look for him but I liked it—a lot. It reminded me that, similar to me, he has many layers. I couldn’t decide which look I liked best for him; the businessman in designer suits, this urban style with the jeans and jewelry or the athletic guy in sweat suits.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were into this type of scene.” With his chin, he gestured around the room. He stood there with his head cocked to the side and his tongue pushing into his molars. It stirred something in my core.
“I could say the same about you,” I replied using the line I’d stolen from him that morning he invited me out to Phoenix. Honestly, I didn’t know what Azmir was really into. I also didn’t know he had returned to L.A. “When did you get back into town?”
“I arrived this morning. Who are you with?” he asked looking over my shoulder for a familiar face.
“A friend,” I answered sheepishly. His brows furrowed and as much as I tried to escape it, I couldn’t turn away from his magnetic gaze. A grin cracked his handsome face.
“Oh. Ms. Brimm’s here on a date?” he teased wearing his signature panty-snatching smile. Damn.
I grew visibly uncomfortable and even shifted on my stool and said, “Not exactly but I am here with someone.”
“Okay, so you’re here with someone but not on a date? This is a new one—even for you, Rayna.” Azmir looked a little sour.
I tried to detract that mood by asking, “So, is Petey here?”
“Oh, nah. I’m here with a little muscle so basically…I’m alone.” At that time, I didn’t understand why he had security.
We talked for a few minutes before a woman with a red-boned complexion and honey-blonde dyed hair came up and approached Azmir. She had on a tight black miniskirt, a white sleeveless halter-top blouse with ruffles around the collar, black silk stockings and black patent leather booties. She wore a lot of make-up but looked okay. She appeared to be very familiar with Azmir. She touched him with intimacy. I could tell he’d been sleeping with her.
“Divine, could you get me a rum and coke before we go live?” she asked. “You see Angie and them over there, right? They crack me the hell up! I can’t wait to be done here.” Azmir chuckled as if he got the meaning of her reference beyond the few words she uttered. Shit! They have a connection. “We still going to Junie’s, right?” she continued. Her voice was so familiar but I couldn’t place where I had heard it before.
“I’ll bring your drink when I’m done talking,” Azmir said unapologetically.
I was embarrassed for her. She pivoted to see who was in his company. I don’t know what my face read because it had all happened so fast. I was just glad that I was looking the part. I wore a fitted golden yellow midi dress that caped around my neck looking unassuming in the front but the back of it opened at the shoulders exposing my entire back almost cowl-style. My feet were laced in bootie-like gold-metallic, ankle strap sandals decorated with gold bolts. My hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that draped over my left shoulder. I was looking fairly decent and it was obvious by her reaction to me.