Righteous Ways by Rhonda McKnight

Author:Rhonda McKnight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African American Christian fiction, Black Christian romance, Urban Christian romance, Urban Christian fiction, Black clean romance
Publisher: Rhonda McKnight
Published: 2021-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I had to do the right thing and thank Benxi for the performance. She was headed to South Georgia to visit her grandmother for the holidays. By the time she returned to the city, I’d be gone. What she’d done at the shelter merited a personal thank you, plus we had to talk. Woman to woman...words needed to be said.

I knew Benxi would be at the studio because she had a photoshoot that included shots in the recording booth. It was 7:30 a.m. and her Hummer was here. Once I walked inside, I noted so were her people. Make-up, hair, her assistants and bodyguards were in the lobby eating breakfast. Ghetto. I hated when they did that, so I requested they take their breakfast meeting into the breakroom. They didn’t appreciate it, but they moved.

I found Benxi in her office (yes, she had one) going through outfits and shoes with a stylist.

The door wasn’t closed so I entered. “I don’t mean to interrupt.”

Benxi plastered on a phony smile. She gave the stylist her attention for a few more minutes and ended the meeting with the words: “We’re done right?”

He cast me an annoyed look like I was messing up his session and then said to Benxi, “I’ll get that jumper to you by next week and we’ll see if the designer has those shoes in a seven.”

Benxi nodded. He pulled a few items off the rolling cart he’d been working from, gave me a two-finger wave which I returned, and left the room. I pushed the door closed.

“This is a surprise.” Benxi spun on her chair until her back was to me. She played with her hair in the lighted vanity. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I got closer. Close enough for the two of us to be visible in the mirror. I fixed my eyes on our reflection. We were so different. I, with my rich sepia skin, dark hair, and ebony eyes and she the opposite. Her skin was fawn and freckled, tan even, like she just returned from a vacation in Tahiti. Her hair, naturally dark, was covered by a blonde weave. And then there was our height. Mine, nearly formidable at 5’9 and hers dismissible, at least by me, at 5 foot.

Our eyes locked, I stepped away from her and spoke. “I wanted to thank you for the show yesterday. That was sweet of you.”

Benxi cocked her head to the side. “Well, you do know I didn’t do it for you, right?”

The smile I’d been faking became a smirk. “I’m still grateful, no matter the motivation.”

She spun her chair in my direction. “It’s my job to sing, Samaria. That’s what I do.”

“There are more than fifty shelters in the metro area, so I’m glad you chose Samaritan.”

Her eyes swept my body from head to toe and her lips tightened. “You can thank your husband.”

“Of course.” I chuckled. “I did that all night.”

Benxi’s playful veneer cracked. She hopped off her chair and stood chin to chest with me.

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