A Hire Love by Candice Dow

Author:Candice Dow [Dow, Candice]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, African American, General, Contemporary Women, Fiction
ISBN: 0758219385
Google: ca-QuYd0ZTMC
Amazon: B002QBV8NO
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2009-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Scene 25

FATIMA

I sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee when Rashad decided six-fifteen was the same as six o’clock. My cell phone rang. I let it go to voicemail. Finally, I strolled to the door to find him sitting on a bucket that was in between the double doors.

My weight shifted to one leg as I propped my hand on my hip. I shook my head and mouthed, “Look at you.”

He stood to his feet. His eyes begged me to rescue him. When I opened up, he asked, “Can I get a hug?”

“Can you tell me how you got in my front door?”

“Uh. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” He forced me to hug him. “Your lock is a little tricky. Depending on how you close it, it doesn’t always lock.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

He shrugged his shoulders and I strutted into the living room. “Well, I do. I thought that my leading man would see it and fix it.”

He froze. Finally, he took a deep breath and shook his head. “Already on it.”

“So, what’s in the garment bags?”

He hung one over the back of the chair and handed me a BCBG bag. “For me?”

“Yeah, I want you to wear it tonight.”

When I pulled the gorgeous cocktail dress from the bag, I felt like I wasn’t mentally prepared for wherever we were going. Then again, the McDonalds bag told me that dinner obviously wasn’t included.

I touched the satin fabric. “Rashad, I absolutely love it. You have good taste.”

“No, you have good taste. I just observe what I like to see you in.”

“You sure know how to flatter a girl.”

He pulled the food from the bag. “Here. Eat a little something, there won’t be any food where we’re going.”

“How are you going to take me somewhere where I can’t eat?”

He kissed me. “I’m sorry. We have to hurry up, though. So let’s eat and get it moving.”

After we ate, we both went downstairs to get dressed. While he showered, I arched my eyebrows and began to pluck the hair on my chin. When he stepped out, he grabbed the tweezers from me.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting the hair off of my chin.”

“You don’t have any hair.”

I grabbed his hand and rubbed my chin. “Do you feel it?”

“Yes, I feel peach fuzz.”

“It bothers me.”

He pulled me to him and I wrapped my hands around his damp body. “Teem, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I want my face to be as smooth as your body.”

He kissed my forehead. “It is.”

I continued depilating when he left the bathroom. Minutes passed and he returned to the doorway. “C’mon. We’re going to be late.”

“Look who’s talking?”

“Okay, you’re right. But can you at least try to hurry?”

“I don’t feel comfortable when I’m all dressed up and I can feel hair—”

“That’s not there.”

“Leave me alone. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

When I stepped out of the bathroom, he was stretched out on the bed wearing his boxers and a champagne shirt. I sat beside him. “Wake up.”

He opened his eyes.

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