Be Bad For Me

By: Princess Black

“Here you go…” Anthony had reached in his back pocket and pulled out a few flyers and handed one to each of them. When she reached up to take her flyer, Anthony held it tight and didn’t let go. “Don’t take it if you ain’t comin’, Annette, a’ight?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Don’t worry about that, homegirl. Can we talk for a second?” He had smiled at her, showing his perfect set of white teeth and lips that looked so soft she wanted to test them out.

“Go ‘head,” she said, finally pulling the flyer from his hands. She looked up at him, her head tilted, waiting on him to say something. When he didn’t say anything, she looked down at the flyer announcing a private party in the VIP section at Club Scarlet hosted by Anthony and Leroy.

“Can we talk out there?” he said, gesturing towards an area outside on the deck.

She pretended to be thinking about whether to say yes or no. Anthony had an irresistible charm about him that she didn’t need to think about anything. She wanted to say yes from the get-go.

“All right.” She shrugged her shoulders, nonchalantly. She waved her hands to excuse herself from the girls and Anthony followed her outside on the deck.

They had talked so long outside on the deck that they were among the last people to leave the party. Finally, he had walked her out to her BMW and they leaned on the trunk of her car and talked for at least another hour. When she noticed that it was past her bedtime, she had politely excused herself.

“I could talk to you all night, Shorty,” he had said.

“Don’t call me a shorty,” she had warned him. She was smiling, but yet still was serious. She hated when men referred to all women as a shorty.

“I apologize. Can I call you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know…Can you?”

“You’re a little tease, aren’t you?” He pulled out his phone. “You gonna give me your number, or not?”

“Well, it looks like you so sure that you going to get my number. You got your phone ready and everything,” she teased.

“So, you not gonna give me your number? You been talkin’ to me forever. So, you’re sayin’ you don’t want to talk to me no more.”

“You found out my name on your own, so maybe you can find out my phone number, too.”

“I can,” he teased. “But, I would rather get it from you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. But, that’s not gonna happen, cause you gonna give me your number tonight.”

“Why should I give you my number?”

“Because I’m gonna take you out tomorrow night.” He was smiling at her and moved from beside her to in front of her. She was between the trunk of her car and his body.

“Is that so?” She wanted to reach out and touch his chest and the diamonds on his chain.

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at six, but first I need your number.”

“I had plans tomorrow night. I--”

“Well, break them.”

“I don’t know…I’m not convinced enough that I want to break my plans to see you again. I might be…disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” It came out of his mouth as half laughter, half question. He moved in closer to her and she could feel the warmth of his body against the cold chill of the winter night. He had been so close that he was looking down at her, his lips only inches from hers. “Can I kiss you?” His whisper was soft, his voice sexy.

She felt herself nodding her head, lightly, and before she knew it, his lips met hers in a sensual kiss. His body felt so good up against hers as he enveloped her in his arms. At that moment, she became hooked and had been hooked ever since.

Now, as she sat in the booth seat waiting for Anthony to return from the restrooms, she just couldn’t imagine life without Anthony. She had hinted to Anthony several times she wanted to move to the next level. Anthony seemed comfortable right where he was. He had been dating her for two years and showering her with gifts, jewelry, money, anything, but still thought of her as his homegirl. However, he had made it clear to any man that stepped to her that she was his. Anthony came back at that moment and sat back down next to her.

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