Free Too Naughty by Brenda Hampton Page B

didn’t respond.
    â€œLet me refresh your memory, Mr. James Cortell Frick. You’ve known me since I was seventeen years old. Back then, you were a white man with a dim future. Because of me, my connections, and for damn sure my money, you’ve become one of the most prestigious and wealthiest attorneys in St. Louis. Now, I’ve gotten myself into a li’l trouble. Trouble that I am positive you can get me out of. After tomorrow, if I’m not back at home with my wife and kids, shit gon’ get real ugly. So, my only question for you is, what time shall I meet you in court?”
    Frick was pissed. His forehead wrinkled, and his green eyes shot daggers at Jaylin. He spoke calmly and pointed his finger. “Don’t you ever come in here and speak—”
    Jaylin slammed his fist on Frick’s desk and spaced his words as he yelled, “What time do you want me in court!”
    Frick remained calm. “You’re not listening to me, Jaylin. I—”
    Jaylin reached for his checkbook and started to write. He ripped the check out and slammed it in front of Frick. Frick picked up the check and was taken aback by what was written on it. He then looked at Jaylin and cracked a tiny smile.
    â€œYou know, my wife and I could use a new yacht,” he said.
    Jaylin stood up straight and rubbed his goatee. “And all my wife wants is a really good fuck. I can’t give it to her if I’m still here, can I?”
    â€œI guess not,” Frick said, standing up. He reached out for Jaylin’s hand. “Nine o’clock, Jaylin. And don’t be late.”
    Jaylin just looked at his hand and turned his head toward me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I’m getting screwed by everybody but Nokea, ain’t I?”
    I stood up and reached for Frick’s hand. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Frick.”
    â€œGood-bye, Shane. And take your friend somewhere for a drink. I need him on good behavior tomorrow, all right, Jaylin?”
    Jaylin cut his eyes and walked out. I knew everything would be cool with him and Frick, but at times, they had their moments.
    On the way out of Frick’s office, Jaylin and I felt like a million dollars. Two black men sharply dressed, clean shaven, and smelling good were enough to turn many heads. No doubt, I loved the attention and so did Jaylin. It was rather funny to see so many folks with big bright smiles, but underneath it all, we knew some were fake.
    Since Jaylin had a big day ahead of him, I suggested going to get a bite to eat and heading back home. He agreed, so we stopped at Morton’s of Chicago for dinner.
    The waiter seated us quickly, and when Jaylin’s cell phone rang, he stepped away to take the call. I looked at the wine menu and ordered a bottle of expensive wine. When Jaylin returned, he sat across the table.
    â€œThat was Frick, ole punk ass. He wanted to ask me a few questions so he could have everything prepared for tomorrow.”
    â€œThat’s cool. Are you worried?”
    â€œA li’l bit, man. I will just be glad when it’s over.”
    â€œI feel you. After tomorrow, everything should be cool.”
    The waiter came back, and we ordered our food. After he took our order, he leaned down and whispered, “There’s two lovely young ladies sitting nearby who would love to join the both of you for dinner. I told them I would ask, but it’s completely up to you.”
    Jaylin didn’t bother to look. I turned to the side and noticed two attractive black women sitting at a table behind us. They waved, and I waved back.
    â€œWhat do you think, Jay?”
    â€œHaven’t you already got me in enough trouble? Besides, I don’t think Scorpio would appreciate you having dinner with another woman, would she?”
    I turned again, taking another glance. “Naw, she wouldn’t approve. But take a bottle of wine to their table,” I suggested to the waiter.