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,
“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…”
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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