Numbers: A Novel by Dana Dane

Author:Dana Dane [Dane, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban, African American, Fiction, General, General Fiction
ISBN: 9780345506054
Google: pvk5sR3leRYC
Amazon: 0345506057
Publisher: One World/Ballantine
Published: 2009-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Waketta

“Room service,” a voice chimed from outside room 3208 of the Marriott Marquis Hotel in Times Square. Waketta got up off the king-sized bed in her bra and thong, her ass bouncing all the way to the door. She opened it and a middle-aged white room-service attendant stood there with their order. He looked like he had been doing this job way too long. At the sight of Waketta’s five-foot-nine chocolate, voluptuous body standing there half-naked, he damn near went into heart palpitations.

“You just gonna stand there or you gonna bring it in?” She turned around, letting the door go and showing him her pretty phat round ass. He tried to avert his eyes, but they weren’t following instructions.

Numbers was in the bathroom taking a shower. “Baby, the champagne and food here,” Waketta called to him.

“Where would you like this, miss?” The old man’s face was red, and he almost tripped over the carpet.

“Anywhere is good.” Waketta jumped onto the bed, covering her lower body with the sheet and leaving her upper body exposed.

The attendant rolled the tray near the foot of the bed and set everything out.

“Would you like me to pop the champagne?”

“Nah, that’s cool,” Waketta answered, holding out two $100 bills. She was more concerned with the movie she was watching on the tube.

He walked over and collected the payment from Waketta, transfixed by her breasts. He could only dream of touching this young beauty with vibrant eyes and juicy, full lips. But for all her beauty, she was still ghetto.

“Aiight, duke, keep the change and beat it.”

“Anything else, miss?” he asked, hoping he could find a reason to stay or at least come back.

“We good,” she replied without looking up from the TV.

The attendant exited and closed the door behind him, peeking one last time before it completely shut.

Numbers came out of the bathroom wearing paisley boxer shorts. He locked the dead bolt and privacy latch, not wanting to be interrupted by housekeeping. Then he placed his damp towel near the bottom of the door to stop any smoke from seeping out.

“Light up, Ketta.”

Waketta slowly took her eyes off the TV to reach into her purse and pull out a ready-rolled blunt. Numbers walked over to the dinner cart and unwrapped and popped the Moët. He poured two flutes, handing one to Waketta. “A toss to my ride-or-die chick,” he said, and smiled at his sexy honey dip. She was at the edge of the bed on her knees, smiling back at her man as she took a sip.

“Till the wheels fall off!” she said, reaching out to Numbers, signaling for him to come closer. He could tell she meant every word. She extended the blunt to his lips. He inhaled and exhaled several times, looking in her pretty marble-brown eyes, knowing he was going to serve her his hardness all night long. She placed her flute on the nightstand, rested the blunt next to it in a makeshift ashtray, and moved closer, kissing Numbers on his neck.

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