Dorian bent down and pulled his white cotton socks off one after the other. By then, he had already indulged in watching me slide my feet out of my black velvet pumps while he unfastened the fancy diamond encrusted watch that weighed down his wrist. I had also watched him take his t-shirt off and then took that as my cue to take off the off white blazer I wore and set it on the edge of the bed.

I got lost just looking at his arms, from his wide shoulders to his contoured biceps. His body was amazing and raised the bar of excitement of what was to come in the next hour or so.

We unbuttoned our jeans and unzipped them at the same time. I hesitated and fell behind when he let his drop to the plush carpet, but eventually shimmied my hips, booty, and thighs out of the custom made jeans. Now he stood, with only the poetic sounds of the pouring rain, in his boxer briefs and I stood directly in front of him in my black bodysuit. I hoped he couldn't hear my breathing because I could feel it thickening.

He sat down at the foot of his bed and looked at me from the short distance that separated us. I felt like a virgin again, exposed. My thoughts scrambled as my nerves swam around in circles.

"You're not getting nervous on me are you?" He asked with a hint of laughter lingering on his tone. The dimple on his left cheek was apparent.

I didn't answer. I don't think it was the cat, but something definitely held my tongue captive. He looked at me again, this time dragging his gaze over my naked thighs, covered midsection, and to my face. He tugged on the fabric of my leotard and pulled me to him. I blinked my eyes losing control over them and stood still until he spoke again.

"If you still think it's too early...we can just go downstairs and watch reruns of Family Guy."

I giggled with him and slowly shook my head.

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Just making sure I wasn't making a mistake."

There was a pregnant pause. I listened to the rain.

"Are you?"

"I don't know...but it's something I'm willing to risk."

He reached up and smoothed my loose hair from my face and I leaned forward and kissed him. He kept his hands in my hair as we went from just pressing our lips together to fully sucking each others faces like we tasted like something amazingly sweet.

I broke the rhythm when his hands fell from my dark locks and went to m shoulders and dragged down my thin straps, then revealed my erect nipples and burning midsection. The static under his palms was electric and made me tingly inside.

He trailed his hands down to my waist and got a sturdy grip on my hips before he straightened his legs and came from under me and then mounted me slowly. His eyes danced like a boy's.

"Scoot back." He whispered. I reached my arms out behind me and dug my fingers into the incredibly plush bedding on my  mattress and did as I was told. I couldn't help but glancing between his legs at the hanging part of him when I did. I felt guilty afterwards, but so aroused. 

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It's About Time at 12:50:00 PM

“Hey, I got your message.”

“Oh, so do you have a break?”

“I have an hour.” Dorian answered.

“Me too.”

I dialed his number twenty minutes later.

“Where are you?” I asked looking up at the street sign. I was still about two blocks away wondering if he was there already.

“Waiting inside. Where are you?”

“About two blocks away.”

“You wanna know something interesting?”

I hesitated, not expecting him to pose a question.

“Do I wanna know something interesting?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. What?”

“I got a lot of respect for you, Denise.”

“Really?” I asked, looking down before stepping off the curb.

“You know, you’re the first woman to ask me out since...” He stumbled a bit and chuckled. “Sixth grade?”

I grinned, stared at the man who had undoubtedly been one of the most common fodders of young girls’ fantasies since he hit puberty.

“You’re kidding. No girl has asked out Mr. New Kid With Fresh Energy and Old Drive?” I said, quoting a commentator from the last game I stayed home and watched.

“Well, I mean besides launching themselves at me after stalking me for weeks and leaning on me talking about luxury hotel suites with Bacardi breath...yeah, you are.”

“I guess that is really interesting.”

“What made you do it?”

“Well, I figured if you don’t ask, the answer’s no and I really wanted to hear a yes...so I did.”

“That was sexy of you.”

I smiled, bit down on my lip, and pushed through the fancy glass doors. He was usually the one who called me and I planned on keeping that that way. When I realized that what we were launching ourselves into was going to be exclusive, I decided that I would work around his schedule, but I wanted to take a risk. Now I felt great that he liked it because I was very reluctant to go that route because I knew it was important to give him his own personal space.

“You know what I think is really sexy about you?”

I spotted him sitting alone at a table with two little boys, maybe thirteen or fourteen waiting to wrap up his phone call and get his attention.

“This I got to hear. What do you think is really sexy about me?”

“Turn around.”

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Once You Get Used To It at 8:41:00 PM

“Hey, hey, excuse me.” I stopped writing the text to Simone on my phone when I felt a small tugging on my arm. My eyes landed on a girl with side swept bangs, layered black hair that stopped roughly six inches from her shoulders wearing a white oversized oxford with the sleeves cuffed and a tiny pink mini skirt. She had thick, pouty lips and slender, slanted almond shaped eyes. “Excuse me, do you know how I can get to West Fifty...fifty uh Seventh street?”

“Huh? You trying to get to Seventh street?” I asked her not quite understanding. She looked frightened and worried. She was probably late going somewhere in a strange city. I pegged her to be no more than eighteen.

“No, no, uh, West Fifty-seventh street. Fifty-Seventh.”

“Oh, well you’re downtown. You need to go uptown. Fifty-seventh and what?”

“Uh...Eighth Avenue.”

“Okay, first you need to catch the subway uptown.”

“Okay. This one?” 

I followed her eyes when she pointed to the subway slightly behind us. When my eyes bypassed a man dressed head to toe in black as we looked ahead where she was supposed to be headed, the guy leaning against the space next to the doors to Bank of America I felt something inside of me stutter and then collapse. I hadn’t expected to see Maurice.

“No, um...” I shook my head and tried to shake the image of him out of my head. My heart pounded inside my chest and I felt my left arm grow heavy. “That’s gonna take you further downtown. Across the street is where you go uptown...”

I paused. Thought about a few things. Maurice. I could see him through my peripheral vision taking small glances at me every other second it seemed like. I could tell he thought he was being discrete, but he wasn’t. I caught him peeking just about every time. It made me nervous. Self conscious. 

“Okay, and then I...”

She was running out of patience. By her confusion I could concur that she wasn’t a New York native, she was most definitely in a rush somewhere like everyone else that lives in NYC. I couldn’t stop thinking about Maurice. He was just chilling across from me. I wanted to know how long he had been there. Did he even know it was me? Well, of course he did now. But before?

I sighed loudly feeling him was judging me.

“Take the C train in the same subway. That’ll drop you off on Fifty-Ninth. You can just walk through the station until you get to Eighth Ave and when you get outside you just cross the street to West Fifty-Seventh.”

“Will there be signs in the station?”

He slid his hands into his pocket and started taking slow strides. He was crossing the street. I almost lost my balance.

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Confessions Over Pizza at 12:18:00 AM

“Yeah, can I have a medium pizza with extra cheese and chili peppers and...” I looked over at Dorian and tapped him on his knee. “What did you want?”

“Are you serious?” he asked with wide eyes.

“Hold on.” I covered the part of the phone with the speaker holes on it. “What? Did you want me to go easy on the bill again?”

“You’re going to eat a whole pizza?”

“Oh, yeah. You didn’t know? It goes down in my stomach.”

I could tell he doubted me by the way he stared into my mouth as I laughed and shook his head.

“I’ve got to see this.”

“So you want one too?”

“Yeah, but no peppers.”

I lowered my voice to an extremely soft whisper.

“Pussy.”

He smiled.

“I’m allergic.”

When the pizza guy came to the door my stomach growled and we both went to the door.

“Hi. It’s going to be twenty-four fifty-eight.”

“Here you go, man.”

“You’re Dorian Pitts?”

“That’s what it says on my mailbox, yeah.”

“Man, those games in LA were off the hook. You were like somebody in a an alleyway. Tough as nails.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“And that fall. How’s the injury going?”

“As well as it could.”

“You NBA players sure do go through a lot of injuries to pay the bills, but with all the perks it’s got to be worth it, right?”

“The chartered flights and five star living is just the compensation for the hard work that we put on our bodies. Getting hurt, getting injured, pushing through all that. At the end of the day we’re responsible for entertaining the world and the more comfortable we are outside of playing ball, the more entertaining we will be.”

Inside, I looked at him with my chin tilted down and my hands opening my cardboard box.

“Ready?”

He did the same and glided his tongue over his lips.

“I’m ready.”

I grinned and bit down on my bottom lip.

“I’m ready too.”

He rubbed his palms together like he was warming them.

“Let’s go.”

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Personal Parts at 10:27:00 PM

“I told you that you had this. Didn’t I tell you that you could do anything you put your mind to? Didn’t I tell you that?

I nodded the best I could with my face squished between Joan’s palms. It must have been almost a year since I saw her and I was almost floored when I heard her calling me from behind. She looked a bit different with the top of her hair colored in a dusty blond color and cut in a short pixie. She looked like she might have shed a few pounds too that she’d been complaining about since her last little boy she had at thirty-seven.

I hadn’t thought about how she was messing up my hair every time she shook my head back and forth, but only concentrated on the words she was practically screaming at me. Her wild emotions had sparked mine and I felt a rush of chills shoot through my body and a tightness in my chest. Seeing her so happy made me even more happy than the MRS award I was presented with and accepted a few moments earlier.

“Un huh.”

“It was true wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes were so deep inside mine that I could see the reflection of my electric pink calf length strapless dress in them.

“All that shit I put you through was worth it, right? It’s worth it now, right? Huh?”

Lowering my eyes and smiling, I remembered coming to her house from school and heading straight to the back of her apartment and basically locking myself in the room that I shared with her little boy, who was three years younger than me, and not coming out until it was all done. I remembered her eyes darkening and glowing with scorching flames of disappointment every time I came home with something less than a A- on my report card and threatened to kick me out. I knew she cared about me and she was only doing the best she could and what she thought was right for a kid who wasn’t even hers. Besides, when I got into college she turned into a completely different person, always praising me for some of the stupidest and simple shit.

“Yeah.” I said through a feathery sigh. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

“You proud of yourself?”

“I am.” I couldn’t catch my voice before it cracked and trailed off.

“Me too.”

She pulled me close, our cheeks touched, and her tears fell on mine. I sniffled as we separated. She laughed at me, teasing me about trying to be so tough and told me that she had to get going because she didn’t trust the young girl she had watching her four sons and she still had to fix them something for dinner.

“Wait right here.” I said gripping her arm and then scurrying to the long table where I had a coworker watching my purse. I dug into it and as quickly as I could spotted my checkbook and signed a check off to Joan for four thousand dollars. I knew I’d be cursing myself out later when the banks called my house for missing my loan payment, but I wasn’t thinking about it then. Giving Joan peace of mind if only for the week would make me feel better. “I’m not playing. I don’t want to hear anything this time. Just take it and thank me.”

Her lips loosened and her eyes softened. She looked to the ceiling, probably at the chandeliers, and chuckled.

“Well, can’t say ‘no’ to that can I? I’d be a fool.” She folded it and touched my face. “Thank you, darling.”

I nodded. She gave me one more quick glance and made her way through the modest crowd.

“I swear I didn’t come for this.” She called back to me. I smiled. Didn’t want to say anything else. “Oh, Simone told me to tell you ‘hi’.”

I slid my hands on my hips, laughed out loud, and watched her leave.

Out of the corner of my eyes I spotted Dorian coming in through the entrance.

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