Aisha emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later fully clothed and looking fabulous. As a model, she was used to getting dress and undressed very fast.
Aisha’s hair, damp from the quick shower she’d had, was pulled back in a side ponytail, allowing her long tresses to cascade down over one shoulder. Her makeup was lightly applied with only a bit of eyeliner and a touch of clear lip-gloss. Natural beauty accounted for the rest.
The top Aisha chose was chestnut with specks of gold in it; both were colors that complimented her eyes. Her chosen jeans were low cut; exposing a scrumptious bit of her flat abdomen, and were rolled up and cuffed at the knees to reveal her shapely calves. On her feet were the leopard print stilettos.
On the outside, Aisha looked ready for a casual date. On the inside, she was ready for war. She would go to war in just a few minutes. First she had to straighten up the room she occupied last night. After all, her mama raised her right. Aisha knew to leave things the way she found them as a guest in someone else’s home.
* * *
Downstairs, Bonz was doing his best to appear normal around his friends. At the same time he was trying to speed through the meal that E-Blade and Racker brought along with them.
The meal Bonz bought for him and Aisha had been put in the microwave before he ever answered the door. Now he just hoped she stayed asleep until his other guests left. Most likely she would, considering the long night she had.
“Well, man, you heard all about our nights,” E-Blade said, turning the subject towards Bonz. “What went down with you and yo' girl Aisha last night? She’s a hot lil’ number, so I know you enjoyed hitting that.”
Bonz fought not to frown. “Aisha is hot,” he replied, trying not to outright lie. “Matter of fact, she’s still here now, so keep your voices down before you wake her up.”
E-Blade and Racker’s mouths dropped open.
“She’s still here?” Racker whispered.
Bonz nodded. “Yeah. She stayed all night. We had a nice time together.”
“A nice time?” E-Blade said, speaking at his normal tone. He could care less about offending Aisha. “Is that code for you beat the brakes off that chick or something else?” he added, using a phrase that referred to hardcore sex.
Before Bonz could reply, Aisha suddenly rounded the corner of the dining room. His heart lunged in his throat.
Did she hear that last comment? If so, she certainly didn’t look or act like it.
© 2005 by Suprina Frazier