Free Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) by Omar Tyree Page B

compared to the big cities, but she’s still ours,” he commented of Birmingham.
    Beverly turned to face him in her plum strapless dress. “So are you gonna run for mayor? I won’t tell anybody if you tell me,” she promised with a grin.
    David grunted and walked over to her by the window. Then he held his hands out for her to take them, which she did. “Are you gonna tell them that you were my intern?” His eyes were locked dead on hers with serious intent. His loaded sentence told her everything. She was in the real world of grown-ups now, and the stakes of rumors were far too high to chance.
    She dropped her eyes. “I don’t know.” It was a loaded response of her own. She didn’t know if she wanted to go there with him.
    David kissed the back of her right hand softly with his lips. “Yes, you do. You know
exactly
what you want.” He walked away from her and into the master bedroom.
    Beverly stood there cold and lonely. She was cold, not from the temperature of the room, but from the lack of his soft touch. She quickly found herself desiring his warmth inside the room, no matter what the consequences would be.
    She took a deep breath and thought,
What am I about to get myself into?
But it was a rhetorical question. Her decision had already been made. All David had to do now was ask her for it.
    “So, you got some questions for me?” he asked her from the bedroom. He was already taking off his suit jacket, tie and shoes.
    Beverly heard his question and decided to finally walk into the room behind him.
    She erased all of her earlier questions, but wanted to know her worth to an older man who already had everything, and who was destined for much more.
    “What do I mean to you?”
    David tossed the question back in her court. “What do you want to mean?”
    She shrugged. “I mean, I don’t wanna be some one-night
stand,
I know that.”
    “Well, can you handle
more
than one night?” he questioned.
    “Yeah,” she answered. “Like you said, I’m
dedicated,
right? But what happens to everyone else? And your
wife?
” she quizzed.
    David grunted and smiled again. “Nothing happens. Everyone plays their position, or they don’t play. That’s the way it is.”
    Beverly stood and felt cold again. His honesty had left her stranded with no coat. And she still wanted his warmth. “And what position am I?”
    “You’re a young rookie, an upcoming star,” he spoke as if he was bragging.
    The absurdity of being compared to a sports player made her grin. But she understood the comparison. She was young and brand new to his team. However, she still found herself wanting to join, like a rookie would.
    “Well, are you gonna stand there trying to make up your mind…or are you planning to take off your clothes for me?”
    Instead of feeling appalled by his impatient candor, Beverly felt an urge to smile. His urgency and frankness had made her feel warm again. He was finally being direct with her. And it made her feel like an insider.
    She cracked, “Are you gonna take your clothes off?”
    “I don’t think my body is as pretty as yours.”
    It was a clever response on his part. So she stripped from her clothes to give him what he wanted, a close-up view of her naked body, while she aimed to feel the warmth that
she
wanted from him.
    “Was that so hard to do? Look at you. You’re beautiful,” he expressed to her.
    “And I’m
cold.
”
    David pulled back the overkill of quilts, sheets, and covers on the king-sized bed.
    “Climb on in, and I’ll be joining you in a minute,” he told her.
    David then took a stroll into the master bathroom to take a loud piss with the door still open.
    Oh my God, it sounds like he got a big one,
Beverly thought to herself, while listening to the heavy sound of his urine hitting the toilet water. She found herself in strong anticipation of his older body while she waited in bed.
    When David returned to the room with condoms in hand, and stripped down to his boxers, she found