Free Kiss Me on the Inside by Janice Burkett Page A

have a stain remover that does a good job. Trust me.” She unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, revealing his six pack. She was fascinated. Mark released the shirt from his back into her hand.
    â€œYou bitch!” Nikki yelled.
    â€œI can explain.” Mark stumbled on his words. Keisha had a big smile on her face. She turned her face, trying to hide her laugh. “I spilled and she—”
    â€œGet the hell out!”
    â€œPlease let me explain,” Mark begged.
    â€œLeave!”
    Mark hurriedly put his shirt on and embarrassingly escorted himself to the door.
    â€œBefore you start to pass judgments and act like a madwoman, let me clear up what just happened,” Keisha brought herself to say.
    â€œHe’s interested in me and not you so you throw yourself at him. Is that it?”
    Keisha gave her a “bitch, please” look and took up both glass and headed to the kitchen, but Nikki was right behind her. “He’s a cable guy. My aim is much higher. He’s more your speed so let me nip this in the bud before your ass ends up homeless tonight. He brought you some lunch. I offered him a drink of wine. He spilled it on his shirt. I told him to take his shirt off so I could get the stain out and that’s when you walked in. The man is innocent, Nikki.”
    Why am I tripping? I seriously don’t think that Mark is Keisha’s type even though she’s a bitch. I will give her the benefit of a doubt. But why the hell am I acting jealous anyway? I’m not even dating this man. “What am I doing? I’m sorry for blowing up at you like that. I don’t know what came over me.”
    â€œAll is forgiven. That is to be expected from a woman who is falling in love.”
    â€œWho said anything about love?”
    â€œYou don’t have to. It’s written all over your face.” Keisha pointed her finger at Nikki. “It says, ‘love, love, love, and crazy love.’”
    Nikki untied the bag with her lunch, revealing a chicken salad. She smiled because that’s what she had ordered at the diner when she made a fool of herself the same way she just did.
    Keisha walked away, still wearing her Jimmy Choos. They had arrived just in time for her to wear to the club tonight. This would be her second attempt to reel Bling in. Regardless if he was married she would do whatever she had to for him to sign to her uncle’s label; besides, her $5,000 cash was worth it.
    The doorbell chimed and she placed her shoes back in the box. Who could this be? The doorbell rang nonstop as if she had someone’s husband in her condo. Maybe that’s Martin wife coming for the keys to the new car he bought me.
    Keisha reminisced on Martin being her sex slave. It was never boring with Martin. He liked to role play and he would always like to be treated like an animal. He liked to be tied up like a dog and told what to do. One of his specialties was to have Keisha take off her panties and toss them across the room. He would get down on all fours and crawled across the room, sniffing her panties, then pick them up with his teeth and carry them back to her. He would roll over on his back with his feet in the air when it was time for a treat. She would get down on all fours and he would crawl up behind her, then enjoyed her body like a doggie biscuit.
    She lazily walked to the door, uninterested in another confrontation with another bitter wife, but she wouldn’t hesitate to put a fist to her face. She opened the door and regretted not looking through the peephole first. Johnny stood there with a bunch of roses. She wanted to close the door but it was too late.
    Johnny was a Jamaican guy from her old neighborhood who she dated when they were teenagers. He was persistent and presumptuous and also demanding. Johnny wanted to pick up where they left off from in their teenage years but she now enjoyed the fast life and had no intention of falling in love again