Free One Night: A BWWM Interracial Romance by Camilla Stevens Page A

mother,” Natalie said rolling her eyes.  
    “Well you know I have to ask these things,” Denise said with school marmish tinge to her voice. “ One of us has to be responsible here.” She looked up meaningfully in the rear view mirror at Mia, who kicked the back of her seat lightly in response. “It’s all well and good to get your kicks, but the way you looked this morning….” She let the sentence trail off.
    “Means that you must’ve had a hella good time!” Mia finished, laughing.  
    Natalie joined in, and eventually so did Denise.  
    “So come on,” Mia urged. “Details!”
    Natalie bit her lip, bits and pieces coming back to her.  
    Mia saw the look on her face. “Ohhh, girl,” she sassed. “That good, huh?”
    Natalie rolled her eyes. “He was fun,” she admitted. “He had this thousand dollar bottle of whiskey—“
    “ What? ” the both exclaimed at the same time.
    “Who pays that much for whiskey?!”  
    “So you did let him get you drunk?!”  
    “Are you going to let me finish?” Natalie asked, ignoring their questions.   They both shut up.  
    “Anyway,” she continued, “I was drinking my milk with Bailey’s, you know the one I like to make.” They both nodded, Mia rolling her eyes in disapproval.   Natalie shot her a nasty look before continuing.  
    “He apparently disapproved and offered some of his instead.”
    “Well at least we know he has better taste than you,” Mia interrupted, earning another nasty look from Natalie.  
    “Well, one drink led to another.”
    Denise sucked her teeth, earning her own look from Natalie.   She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head in apology, letting Natalie finish.  
    “Then we ended up in his room. He was in one of the suites on the top floor,”  
    “The man has dinero . I like it,” Mia threw in.
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Mia.” Natalie said.
    “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna have a one-night stand, he might as well have money.”  
    “Emphasis on one-night stand,” Natalie said. “And no, before you start Denise, he didn’t leave money on the night stand for me the next morning.”  
    “I haven’t said one word,” Denise protested. “Save your criticism for Ms. Gung-ho back there.   But it is nice he let you stay the night.”   She smiled at Natalie.  
    Natalie blushed, thinking about how Jake had pulled her back into bed with him. She remembered the smell of him as she nestled in the crook of his arm, the feel of his fingers lightly brushing her back. Both of her friends were looking at her now, reading every thought.  
    “Somebody’s got it bad,” said Mia, smiling at her.  
    “I’m surprised you remember anything, after the wine, and the Bailey’s, and how many drinks?” Denise said, switching topics. “You don’t even drink hard liquor.”  
    “Yeah, the hangover was pretty bad,” Natalie confessed. “What is ‘hair of the dog?’”
    “Booze the next morning.   Works like a charm,” Mia said.  
    “Well, yeah, that, and then he ordered breakfast—”  
    “Jesus, Natalie,” Denise spoke up, surprising them both. “Maybe you should have at least got his number.” She saw the looks on their faces and shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
    They all laughed. Natalie thought about it.   He had been a pretty decent guy.   And that kiss….
    “But was the sex good?” probed Mia.  
    Natalie broke out of her revery, and smiled.  
    “Yeah, it was pretty damn good. And dude knows how to go down.   He did this thing with the whiskey down my thigh.” Natalie blew her lips out and shook her head in disbelief. “It was amazing. That’s all I can say. Almost worth breaking up with Malcolm.”  
    They both stared at her in awe. Denise turned back to the road with a smile and Mia fell back into her seat.  
    “Well I’d say that was a successful girls’ weekend,” said Mia.  
    Natalie couldn’t have agreed more.  

    JAKE
    “Martha,” Jake said into the phone.