Free In The Company of My Sistahs by Angie Daniels Page A

tried my key card again. Damn, the shit wasn’t working.
    â€œSo, did you make plans to get you some of that this evening?” she asked, laughing, teasing.
    I playfully snapped back. “None of your damn business. You need to quit hating and try to get your ass some dick while you’re here.” I slid the key in again and thank goodness it worked. “Matter of fact, there was a cutie down behind the desk you might want to meet.”
    I saw the interest that sparked her eyes. “You know I’m game. I ain’t had me a man in months. Puhleeze hook a sistah up.”
    Lisa stuck her head out the door and glared across at me. “Do y’all have to talk about this in the hallway? Damn. Save it for later.”
    I rolled my eyes at her just as she yanked Nadine into the room and slammed the door. See, I told you my big sister was going to get on my last nerve.
    I stepped into the room to find Kayla on the phone. I moved over to the bed closest to the balcony and fell back onto the bedspread with an exaggerated sigh.
    The room was nothing to write home about. Two double beds with a nightstand between them. There was a long dresser drawer and a twenty-inch color television. The curtains and the bedspreads were peach-and-floral prints.
    Kayla hung up the phone with a huff. “Did you know we have to leave a phone deposit or use a credit card to make phone calls?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. “Girl, you are on vacation. Who the hell you need to call?”
    She dropped her gaze to her lap. “I was going to check on the girls.”
    I waved my hand dismissively. “Kayla, quit tripping. They’re in good hands with your mother. Believe me, the last thing I am thinking about is calling my bebe-ass kids. I have been looking forward to getting away from them for weeks. Didn’t you give your mother our hotel information?”
    She nodded.
    â€œThen quit worrying. They’re fine.”
    â€œI guess,” she said, sounding unconvinced. “But I’m going to drop by the desk later and leave a deposit just in case.”
    I sat up on the bed. “Girl, relax. We’re going to have a ball.”
    She nodded, then asked, “So, what’s up with you and Everton?”
    I smiled as I rose from the bed and moved toward the sliding glass door. “Nothing yet, but the night is still young.”
    â€œYou never know. If you play your cards right, he might give us the hook-up the next time we come down.”
    I swung around to face her. Shit, I hadn’t thought about that. My father’s club rate expired at the end of the year, which meant if I have as good a time as I anticipate that I will, the next time I’d have to pay the full rate. Unless of course, I have myself a Jamaican connection. “Everton is starting to look better and better as we speak.”
    â€œYou know how you do.” She crossed her legs, smiling at me.
    I smiled back at her. “Yes, I do.” I took a moment to reminisce on his dimpled smile. Damn, I loved a sexy man with a beautiful body. And from what I could see, he certainly had both. Hopefully, the rumors about Jamaican men were true. If his package was the right size, my ass had definitely hit the jackpot.
    I turned to face the glass again and stared out at a scene pretty enough to put on a postcard. “You should have seen his friend Casey. He was fine.”
    â€œHow tall was he?”
    I glanced over my shoulder and shook my head. “Too short for you.”
    She sucked her teeth. “The story of my life.”
    I gave my girl a sympathetic look, then slid open the door and stepped out onto the balcony. The view was just like the brochure. Blue-green water. Bright yellow sun. A white sandy beach with women in bathing suits and straw hats, stretched out on lounge chairs. There were books on their laps and tropical drinks in their hands. Reggae music filled the air. Directly below was a straw hut