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“It’s okay, I know how to get the best of them.”
“That go for Mayor Salas, too?”
Onyx stumbles but recovers fast. “Challenges keep my blood flowing. Now, take a look at what I’ve set up for you and my baby girl.” She retrieves a planner from her purple bag and sits. “This Saturday, you have reservations in Felicidad at Rhapsody. After dinner, you’ll go to one my favorite clubs. It’s invite-only, upscale, very discreet, very exclusive, and…”
The more Onyx talks, the more my back begins to tingle with foreboding.
“Just make sure you keep my baby girl away from the lower levels. I want her to have a good time, not a heart attack.”
“What’s the name…” I cough to clear my airways. “What’s the name of this club?”
“You probably wouldn’t know about it since you aren’t from around here. It’s a place I discovered some years ago with an ex-plaything. The things I taught that man and the way I discovered new things about myself… I just know Kiwi will come out of her shell with a handsome man like you.” Onyx raises assessing eyes, prompting me to cross my arms in a bid to preserve my dignity. “Anyway, there’s no need to rush home as Covo del Peccato allows overnights with advance notice.”
The last shoe drops, confirming my suspicions. I don’t know how to react. Not even Onyx’s suggestive stare propels me from my speechless state. As tempting as the offer is, Kenya is still a novice in understanding her body’s desires.
How long will it take before you stop being scared and believe I won’t regret being with you?Her question from Sunday pops into my head, as well as the same hesitation that’s held me back since.
Kenya’s bright gaze at her peak rises to the forefront of my mind. The way her swollen lips glisten from her attempts to hold her moans at bay. And the way her cries break through her control to create new symphonies in my ear. Maybe I’m holding back too much. Onyx’s meddling could be a good opportunity to reset my first time with Kenya to give her a more positive and memory that doesn’t have her fearing herself. Oh the possibilities flood my blood with temptation.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take her on this date, but this is the only exception, Onyx. I won’t stand by while you interfere with our relationship.”
“But I have this whole tour planned for Sunday. And the next week, there’s a—”
“Not happening. In fact, if you keep pushing, I’ll make my own plans for Saturday, too,” I bluff. Even if the earth is burning to cinders around us, I am taking Kenya back to Covo del Peccato. After all, she has yet to experience the kind pleasure that a vibrator in an expert’s hands can deliver.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Kenya
Ipull up to G-mama’s house to drop off a cake Pam, another Founder’s Day committee volunteer, baked for her. Lining my grandmother’s driveway are cruisers and motorcycles with sidecars. Right, it’s Wednesday afternoon. G-mama always hosts the Silver-Haired Baddies Motorcycle Club on this day. If not for Pam’s request to deliver this cake I would go home to work on a new concept that I’ve been toying with.
The door looms ahead. Beyond this innocuous portal, anything could happen. These women could be doing something as mundane as holding a tea party, playing board games—these grannies are cutthroats when competition is involved—or planning their next charity ride. I take a deep breath and enter to the shock of my life.
This is not the home I lovingly recall from my childhood. The place is decked out like the campaign headquarters of a major political campaign, complete with banners depicting me in a wedding dress I’ve never tried on, a slogan proclaiming, “Until He Gets Her There”, and… Oh my God, there’s a theme song!
Dazed, I walk further into this new house of horrors to the beat of a pop song playing over G-mama’s top notch sound system. I expect this level of extra from Glamma Onyx, not that I wouldn’t be dumbfounded all the same, but G-mama leaves me speechless. Toward the back patio things begin to make more sense.
Glamma feverishly writes on a portable whiteboard while standing in front of a crowd of the Baddies and Glamma’s Fangirls. My brain stutters because these two groups do not get along, yet the are mingling, drinking, and taking notes. Notes!
I draw closer until I make out what Glamma is writing on the board. What stares me in the face is a countdown tracker. Apparently the entire town has a deadline for my proposal. I’m pretty sure Cameron has no idea that he’s supposed to be on bended knee on the last day of the Founder’s Day events as it is a surprise to me, too.
With a control I didn’t know I had, I gently rest the cake on an empty table. “Glamma? G-mama? What on God’s green earth is happening here?” The words are a strangled garble, but their startled expressions as they turn to me make it clear that they heard me.
“Well, if it isn’t baby girl. Why don’t you pull up a seat. We’ve been going back and forth all day about what to do about your situation. Maybe you can offer some suggestions.” Glamma stares expectantly at me.
“Suggestions on how you can marry me off?” I sputter.
“If not you, then who?” She turns to the whiteboard and taps her chin in contemplation.
G-mama steers me toward an empty chair with a sympathetic hug. “Whatever you’re feeling inside, you might as well hold it in until you get home. I couldn’t stop her from going overboard like this. Not even the possibility of seeing Mayor Salas prevented her from planning this meeting today. Mission MKO will not be delayed!” G-mama raises her fist in the air in triumph and a sarcastic grin.
I drop my head on the table. “What put her in this frenzy?”
“Oh, you know. She sees a bright future for you and that Cameron boy. I admit that I do, too, but let’s leave Onyx to her shenanigans while we catch up. I haven’t seen you since the storm hit. How’s being a co-chair treating you?” G-mama pours me a drink.
I peek at her with one eye before exhaling and sitting up. “Up until last week I was not looking forward to starting.” I sip the water and contemplate why today is such a good day.
“Because you were afraid of unleashing all that sexual tension you’ve been fighting since Cameron arrived?”
