hatinâ.â
She extends her middle fingers toward me, then puts the tape in her purse. She collects those.
I ask, âWhy do you want those tapes?â
âBecause theyâre you. Because itâs about you. Itâs moments in time that will never happen again.â
After that, I put on Ondine Darcylâs CD, let that sensuality play soft and low.
Nicole looks over at me and smiles.
I ask, âWhat?â
âLove her voice. That music takes me back to Paris.â
âWant me to turn it off?â
âNo. Love it. I miss this. We used to be like this all the time. Damn near every night.â
I think about Paris. Think and wish I had skipped that trip, gone to Disneyland instead.
Soon after that, weâre under the covers, skin to skin. Her hand is between my legs, rubbing, massaging. The room smells like strawberries. Nicole brought oils and a burner.
I ask, âWhere were you?â
âWorked late then went to dinner with Ayanna. Had a long talk with her. This running back and forth between you and her, between both of you and my job, itâs hard, sweetie.â
âWhat does she do when youâre with me?â
âDonât know.â
âWhy not?â
âThatâs our rule. I canât ask.â
I lean forward. âWhatâs up with that?â
âIf Iâm with you, I canât ask her where she is, or what she does. Fair is fair.â
âThat bothers you?â
âYes. Just like it bothers me when I wonder what youâre doing when youâre not with me. Sometimes I miss you so much it suffocates me. Like all my oxygen goes away.â
Iâm thinking about the things André told me. The fight he saw in Atlanta. What he witnessed around the comer from here in Piedmont. Wonder what Nicole had to go through to get away.
I ask Nicole, âWhat have you told your... your friend about me?â
âI talk about you so much her ears bleed. Hell, she canât get away from you. Just like I canât. Walk in a bookstore, your books are staring me in my face. Caught her on the toilet reading one last week.â
I donât say anything, just wait for her to give me more words.
âIf they make a movie, make sure Sanaa Lathan plays me. Sister has beautiful skin. Nice mouth. I want to be pretty like her for a change.â
I nod. âItâs all smoke and mirrors. Youâre better-looking.â
âThanks.â She gives me that smile. âMe and Ayanna, weâve talked about first loves. Heartbreaks. Fantasies.â
âFantasies,â I repeat that because of the way Nicole says that word, as if she were cueing me, leading me to ask a certain question. âWhat kind of fantasies?â
âThis has to do with the solution to our problem. Sure you wanna know?â
I sit up. Face her. âTell me.â
She does the same. The covers fall from her chest. âGod, this is scary to say.â
âDid you tell your friend?â
âShe knows. She knows what I want. What I need.â
I tell her, âGo ahead.â
âIâm not a freak or nothing, you know,â she says, then pauses. She gets up, walks to the service bar, takes out a bottle of water, drinks half of it.
She says, âYou got quiet.â
âYou got quiet. This is where I listen.â
Then she rambles, âIâve had fun, but Iâve never slept around. I havenât had half as much sex as most of the women I know. You should sit in Head to Toes and listen to some of the sisters talking smack while they get they hair done. Men think they are players, but women are the real players. Sisters get over more ways than one. I have not had nearly as much sex as they have. Some of those vaginas have had more traffic than the Holland Tunnel.â
âSex or sex partners?â
âOkay, sex partners. I stand corrected. And outside of listening to women talk, I read all the magazines
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn