Sweet Sensation by Gwyneth Bolton

Author:Gwyneth Bolton
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-58571-546-6
Publisher: Genesis Press, Inc.
Published: 2012-08-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“Bonita Applebum”

Wooing Deidre was going to take a cunning craftiness that rivaled anything he had ever done in the music business. She was determined to resist his advances and her feelings for him. If it weren’t so utterly irritating, it would have been funny.

He liked a challenge as much as anyone else. However, Deidre was a step beyond challenge. Over a month had passed since she and Kayla they spent the weekend at his mansion in Jersey, and Deidre had yet to agree to move in with him, let alone marry him.

She’d been very nice about letting Kayla come and visit him on the weekends, and he was getting to know his daughter. The last two weekends Deidre had found something else to do, or she’d said she was too busy to come along with Kayla.

When Kayla and Lana suggested that he go back to Minneapolis to catch Deidre at a poetry open mike, he’d jumped at the chance. Both Kayla and Lana thought it would be a good idea for him to go and hear her, then take her out afterward. He just hoped they were right, and he hoped that she hadn’t yet heard about what happened to Louie.

The coffee house where the open mike was taking place was a small black-owned coffee house on Lake Street in Minneapolis. He thought its name was cool—Coffee, Black. The logo outside was a hip-looking cartoon of a sister with locs drinking from a steaming mug. The relaxing atmosphere of the establishment came through in the smooth earth tones on the walls and the plush sofas in rusts and browns. The sofas provided extra seating for those who didn’t want to drink their lattes and cappuccinos at the tables or the bar.

The place was a bit more crowded than he expected it to be. He didn’t even see Deidre at first, but then he noticed her sitting up front sipping something hot from a big brown mug with the coffee shop’s name and logo on it.

He took a seat in the back, along with one of his bodyguards. He searched the room and saw that Rick was in the back pretending to be reading a magazine. He hoped that he would be able to get Deidre to see the light soon. She was fairly observant, and she would be able to make Rick eventually.

Thinking of his own presence in the small coffee shop, Flex hoped that the backpack crowd that frequented these kinds of venues could care less about having a rap producer like himself in the mix if they recognized him. He had a feeling, though, that he didn’t have to worry about getting swarmed by adoring fans.

Once the open mike got started, he began to regret coming. Listening to poetry was bad enough, but listening to bad poetry was torture. It was worse than listening to bad rap, in his opinion, because at least if you had bad lyrics there was still a chance that you could get some banging beats to compensate for them.

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