Crawling Into Bed With Remmy
Duchene
And a Good Book
Important things first,
are these sheets silk or cotton?: Cotton. Are you kidding? I live in Toronto –
The weather here sucks in winter time…But in summer I don’t want anything
touching me because it gets so hot—dang it…Cotton! Yes, that’s my answer!
*nod* Cotton. Got it. What
are you wearing?: *giggles* um… nothing *blush* What? It’s hot in Toronto!
*waggles brows* It sure
is! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?: Jalepeno
Cheetos - Just don’t rub your eyes.
Those things stink like hell!
Oh… uh. I'll pass thanks.
That orange dust on those things is impossible to get off. If I open this
nightstand drawer, what will I find?: Gift cards that may or may not be empty,
gum, a small notebook, a few pens and earrings that I lost one of the pair.
*shuts drawer* Okay do
you ave a drawer with more exciting things in it? Just kidding! Don't… Uh… wow.
Okay. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off
during the night?: In the summer time I kick them off. I don’t like things
touching me when it’s hot. In the winter time I pile them high and burrow under
them.
Can I put my cold feet on
your calves to warm them up?: Um…Sure, but only cuz you’re good lookin’
*preens* Why thank you! What
are we reading?: Love Me Harder – Now at Loose Id,
EXCERPT
“Drink.”
He
tried going back to what he was doing, but the man’s voice stopped him.
“Asher
Mulgrew—my name.”
“What?
So now you think I owe you? Is that it?”
Asher
smiled. “No. Nothing like that.” He took a drink from his glass. “Okay. I’ll
start calling you—um—Bob. You look like a Bob.”
Mathew
shook his head.
“I
heard the other guy call you, Matt,” Asher began. “Okay, Matt…”
“Mathew.”
Asher
smiled. It was a slow spread that left a ray of sunshine across his beautiful
face and lush lips. “So your name is Mathew. I tell you, you don’t look like a
Mathew.”
“You
one of them brothas that think all black guys should have a name like…Lequan or
something equally stupid?”
Asher
laughed. He laughed so hard he doubled over with his forehead on his arm on the
bar. When he lifted his head, his brown eyes shimmered beautifully. The techs
behind them were testing the microphones, but the noise didn’t seem to disturb
what was happening between him and Asher.
“Lequan?
Damn, Mathew.”
Mathew
cocked a hip.
“I
just want to make pleasant conversation,” Asher said. “That’s all. I’m not
hitting on you or anything quite so typical.” He drained his glass and set it
on the counter. He then pulled money from his wallet and dropped it on the
counter. Asher rose and removed his sunglasses from his head. “I’m making you
uncomfortable. I’ll see you around.”
Mathew
watched him leave, and suddenly he felt like an ass. Then when he saw that
Asher had left a twenty dollar bill and not asked for change, Mathew felt like
an even bigger ass. The door clanged closed behind Asher, and Mathew unglued
himself and rushed for it. When he got outside, however, a Corvette sped by him
out of the parking lot, and he tossed his hands up.
Why wouldn’t Mr. I’m-too-sexy drive a
sexy-ass Corvette?
He
went back to work.”
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