After more dancing and a long food break, things began to wind down considerably for Aisha and her fellow picnickers. Most of the adults were playing cards. The kids were lounging comfortably on large blankets under a shade tree. The youngest two were already asleep. The older two were fighting sleep, trying to make sure they didn’t miss any more fun the adults might have.
Aisha chuckled at the adorable sight. She loved children. Couldn’t wait to be an aunt to Laquetta’s baby. A part of Aisha even wanted to experience motherhood for herself one day…after she’d made a success of her modeling and acting career, of course.
Suddenly feeling nostalgic and tired of playing the role of potential thug girlfriend, Aisha announced that it was time for her to go. Cami immediately perked up from her seat all the way at the other end of the table. The others just nodded and smiled, even suspicious E-Blade.
As for Bonz, he protested. “You just got here, Aisha. Why are you leaving so soon?” he said, sliding his arm possessively about Aisha’s waist to pull her closer to him on the bench.
“It’s been three hours, Greg.” Aisha smiled, pleased that he was so reluctant to see her leave. It meant that her plan was working like a charm. “Plus the sun will be setting in about an hour, which means everyone else in the park will be leaving soon, too,” she added, pointing to the western horizon.
“One more dance, Aisha,” Bonz persisted, looking at her instead of the setting sun. His voice was lower and huskier when he said that. He leaned closer and added for her ears only, “Please.”
Aisha turned from the sunset to find Bonz now kissably close. The deep hunger she saw in his eyes made her forget all about her mission. All about how tired she was.
“All right. Just one more dance,” Aisha conceded. She could definitely maintain her role a little bit longer for so sexy a man. All she had to do was stay focused on Bonz’s physical attributes and keep his street name out of her mouth and mind. Both techniques helped to keep her bitterness and rage temporarily at bay.
Bonz grinned at her concession. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Then he turned towards E-Blade who was sitting the closest to the boom box. “Hey, man, slide that Omarion CD in for me, okay?”
E-Blade paused briefly from playing cards and just looked at Bonz for a few seconds. Questions were in his eyes. The main ones were, ‘Why are you acting so sprung over this chick? Why won’t you just let her go already?’
Yet instead of asking Bonz anything, E-Blade turned around and honored his friend’s request. They’d have plenty of time to talk later.
Bonz turned back to Aisha. “Can we take this next dance behind that other oak tree over there?” he whispered in her ear right before the music began. “I want to dance with you at least once without having to keep it rated PG.”
“But we might not be able to hear the music all the way over there,” Aisha replied. “And turning it up louder is out of the question since it might wake up the two babies that are sleeping.” Plus she didn’t know if she was ready to be alone with Bonz just yet. Even still her face remained convincingly pleasant.
“We’ll make our own music then.” Bonz smiled slyly as he gently tugged her up from her seat.
Aisha willingly obliged the impatient man. She’d already decided ahead of time that she would see this thing through to the end. Which meant if Bonz wanted to take her behind a tree and cop a few feels and some kisses, she would willingly go along with that, too.
Anything for my cause, Aisha told herself. The excitement in her veins belied that thought, which meant that she would have gone behind that tree even without a cause based on how attracted she was to Bonz.
So caught up in her thoughts, Aisha missed the wink that passed between Bonz and E-Blade before they walked off.
© 2005 by Suprina Frazier