“I am so sorry about that. I wasn’t aware that you were right behind me. Let me buy you another drink,” I offered. She stood there motionless, batting her lashes. Then I noticed the woman across from her, frantically wiping the spilled drink from her shoes. Shit!
“I’m sorry about your shoes as well. Your next drink is on me,” I announced. The second woman was tall, light, and had long shoulder length hair. She seemed more concerned about her shoes to even acknowledge my apology or offer, but the first shortie had begun smiling from ear to ear.
“Thank you.” She was all breaths and teeth under dark red lipstick. “Are you here alone?” she asked flirtatiously, looking around me.
“No,” spilled out of my mouth without a thought. Her smiled turned upside down and to my relief. It was at that moment that I had mentally decided to get out of there.
My phone rang, giving me the perfect escape from my short-lived conversation with short and stubby. I pulled it out, turned back over to the bartender and threw him a fifty spot for their drinks as I answered. It was Rayna, asking technical questions about setting up her e-mail to go to her iPad. I could tell she’d started acquainting herself with the gadget. I couldn’t wait to get her ass naked on my screen. I gave her the instructions and we got off. I took a final swig of my drink and decided to text Mark and Eric to tell them that I was out when I felt a tap at my shoulders.
Bracing myself for another round with short and stubby, I was shocked as hell when I saw Dawn Taylor, standing before me, looking extremely tall with a fitted, hues of pink sweater mini dress and open toe sling back suede emerald Giuseppe’s, giving her at least five inches. Her slender chocolate legs were bare, shiny, and toned. Her hair was in its usual untamed curls and she wore pink lipstick on her puckered lips.
Dawn Taylor was a bad bitch and she knew it. She had been coming for me and hard, but I’d been ignoring her advances for obvious reasons related to my current relationship status. And also because she and her girl, Shayna Bacote, who had just launched their new PR firm were actually talented prospects.
I’d been on the market for a PR team for a couple of years to help me out with my brand. I’ve hired a few freelancers, but no one impressed me enough to lock into a contract. These girls came with fresh and cutting edge marketing ideas for Cobalt, the rec, and even my corporation. They had connections, but needed viable clients to build their repertoire and as an entrepreneur, I understood that. However, even if I was single, I wouldn’t risk a solid business relationship by fucking an associate. That shit never worked. But I’d be damned if I lied and said she wasn’t tempting.
“Ms. Taylor, yet another surprise,” I admitted, not so jolly as I am one drink past tipsy.
She slanted her eyes with a sexy smile, “I like when you call me that.”
“Call you what?”
“Ms. Taylor.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes.” She giggled. “It makes me feel sophisticated.” She removed a tendril from her eye. I watched as her face went from seductive to pensive. “Are you here alone?”
“Yes and no.”
As soon as those words left my mouth, Mark and Eric’s slightly drunk asses came my way. I chuckled to myself as I saw they were holding each other up with Mark being damn near a foot shorter than Eric. They were certainly a pair.
“Yo, yo, yooooo, Jacobs!” Eric sang as they approached me. Dawn backed up, startled by their outburst. “Do you know what this prick just did?”
“Easy. Don’t you see a lady in our presence,” I calmly scolded.
I didn’t want them to say anything about either one of them trying to score some ass and embarrassing the hell out of me any further. I loved my dudes, but they were definitely a different breed.