Free Sins of a Siren by Curtis L. Alcutt Page A

his cell phone to his ear. She smiled.
I knew he would turn up sooner or later after I put these lips on him.
“Wassup, Mr. Man?”
    He slowed his stride as he closed in on her and put away his phone. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and returned her smile. “I’ve been looking for you all night! How are you?”
    She adjusted the collar of her dark green, velour, Baby Phat sweatsuit as the cool air caused her nipples to rise. “I’ve been around. I thought you would be halfway home by now.”
    â€œNow why would you say that?”
    â€œYou know you have to get home before your girl starts blowin’ your phone up.”
    He shook his head and smiled as he eyed her rigid nipples. “You kill me with that! I don’t have to punch a relationship clock.”
    Even in the dim light cast by the energy-efficient street lamps, she could see the growing lump in the crotch of his tan khaki pants. “Sure you don’t.” She moved her head from side to side, stretching her neck. “Well, Mr. Box, I’m tired. Thanks for keeping me company on the trip.”
    He unglued his eyes from her tits. “Where are you going to stay?”
    â€œWith my cousin. I’m waiting for her to get here. She’s gonna pick me up in a few minutes.”
    â€œIs there a way we can stay in touch—” His cell phone rang.
    Trenda laughed and pointed at the phone clipped to his belt. “Ask
her
if it’s cool for us to keep in touch.”
    His smile waned after reading the number on the caller ID. He then let the call roll to his voicemail. “You are a real comedienne.” He took a step closer to her. “I’d
really
like to see you again, Mya.”
    She looked down the street and saw the lights still on in the Barnes & Noble bookstore a few blocks away. She turned back to him.
He is just beggin’ to get pussy whooped.
She gave him a flirty smile. “I’m not in the business of home wrecking,” she pinched his hairy cheek, “but you are cute…like a big ol’ teddy bear.”
    He let go of his suitcase, grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I want to see you again. You won’t be sorry if we hook up, I promi—” His phone rang again. “Shit!”
    She removed her hand from his as he angrily ignored the call and put the phone back on his hip. “You need to go handle your business, sweetie.” She looked at her watch. It was 10:21 p.m. “I have to go meet my cousin at Barnes & Noble.”
    â€œCan I have your number?”
    She zipped up her jacket, ending his view of her cleavage. “No… but I have your number. I might surprise you with a call one day.”
    Dejection camped out on his face. “How can I change that ‘I
might
call’ into an ‘I
will
call’?”
    The blare of the train’s horn as it prepared to leave the station briefly deafened them. “Your odds are good; you left a good taste in my mouth.”
    For a moment, she thought he was going to pass out from the shock on his face. “Uhhh, wow!” He blushed like a teenager. “That’s uhhh…that’s real good to know.”
    A taxi pulled up to the curb. “Hey, Mr., did you call for a cab?”
    She looked at Box. “That must be your ride. I’ll holla at you later.”
    The cabbie got out, opened the trunk and waited as Box put his suitcase, garment bag and laptop inside. “Don’t forget about me.”
    She turned away from him. “Go home before your girl beats your ass.”
    After the cab rolled past her, she cut across the street and headed for the Waters Edge Hotel.
Damn, it’s gonna be nice to sleep in a real bed.
As she walked past Barnes & Noble, the smell of coffee coming from the Starbucks upstairs from the book store filled her nostrils.
If I wasn’t so tired, I’d go get me a cup. After that long-ass train ride, all I wanna do