Free Not His Type by Chamein Canton Page B

little off
my game.”
“What time is the car coming?”
“Ten-thirty or possibly earlier.”
“Then we have to get the lead out. Sit down. I’ll put the
rest of your makeup on.”
Cathy breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. I already put
my moisturizer on.”
“How made up do you want to be?”
“Enough so I’ll look good without too many reapplications.”
“Can do.”
Anna put a towel around her neck to protect the dress.
Neither of them believed in a lot of makeup so it only took
Anna 10 minutes and she was done.
“There you go.” Anna stepped back to admire her
work.
Cathy looked in the mirror. “Looks good. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. What are you doing with your hair?”
“I think I’ll wear it down. Or do you think up is
better?”
“What I think is you’re really nervous and you need to
calm down.”
“You’re right. I just have to breathe.”
Cathy didn’t want it to seem that she was trying too
hard, even if she was. She wore her hair down. It was the
least fussy thing she could do. She looked at her reflection
in the full length mirror. The dress accentuated her curves
in all the right places. Even though Cathy called it her
Marilyn Monroe dress, at 40DD she had the upper body of
Jayne Mansfield.
Her stomach in knots, Cathy tried to eat at least a piece
of toast. She decided to forgo her usual, a large mug of
coffee. She didn’t want to be running to the ladies room
every five minutes.
Anna peered out of the living room window in between
pacing the floor. Pacing was a Chambers family trait.
Whether on the phone or waiting to go somewhere, they
were pacers. Just as Anna peered out the window again,
Cathy walked in.
“Don’t you have an audit this morning?” Cathy was
puzzled.
“Yes. It’s local. I can be there in 10 minutes.”
“Oh.” Cathy paused to watch her go to the window
again. “You know a watched pot never boils.”
“Gee, thanks for telling me, Mom,” she said sarcastically. “Wait. I think I see a limo.”
“He’s not sending a limo. It’s probably just passing by.”
Anna’s eyes widened. “Ha! I told you! It’s stopping right
in front of the house.”
He sent a limo , Cathy thought. “I need to make one last
check of my bag.” She quickly grabbed her pocketbook.
“Hurry up, the driver’s getting out of the car.”
She rummaged through her bag to make sure she had
all the essentials: breath mints, spasm medication, Advil
and her Blackberry.
Anna opened the door to a stately looking African
American gentleman with silver hair. “Good morning. I’m
here to pick up Ms. Chambers.”
“She’ll be right out.”
“Thank you.”
She checked herself again in the hall mirror. “So do I
look all right?”
“You look great. Now go. Enjoy yourself,” Anna said.
“Thanks.” She took a deep breath. “I’m off.”
Cathy walked out to the waiting car. The driver held
the door open for her. “Good morning, Ms. Chambers. My
name is Louis.”
“Good morning Louis. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
“Do you need any help?”
“No, thank you.” Cathy eased herself into the car.
“See.” Thankfully her dress was long enough for her to
scoot into the seat without any ‘I see England, I see France,
I see Cathy’s underpants.’
“Very good then. Just be comfortable we’ll be in the
Bronx in no time. I hope.”
He closed the door.
CHAPTER 6
    After breakfast Marcus got ready to head over to the
stadium. It was an early afternoon game set to start at one.
Knowing he wanted to take Cathy out after the game, he
took his Jag.
    Just as he neared the stadium his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Fox? It’s Louis. I just wanted you to know that I
    picked up Ms. Chambers and we’re on our way in.”
He smiled. “Good. How’s the traffic?”
“We’re on Northern State and so far, so good.”
“I guess you have to wait until you get closer to the
    city to see what traffic is really like.”
“It looks that way.”
“Okay, Louis. Good job.