“Damn, girl, you know you be doing it with your fine ass.” Frank licked his lips as he stood up from his desk. “You need to let me make you feel good. Real good.”
The beauty sucked her teeth. “Sit your ass down, Frank! You know I don’t play that,” the pretty young thing said, strutting over to Frank’s desk like a runway model. “You been trying to get this pussy for years now. Shouldn’t you give up by now? At what point are you going to accept that I’m happily taken, and nothing you can do will be able to change that?”
Frank shooed her with a flick of his wrist and sat back down. “Girl, please. That doesn’t mean shit to me. You know how many broads done sung that same song to me? And the next thing you know, the notes change.”
“Oh, okay. I see. It’s just a game to you.”
“Oh, puh-leeze. You think it’s not a game to all them niggas too? Especially that Latin lover you be fucking with?”
That right there—that last comment that Frank had just made—was when the needle was pulled off the record. The entire playful mood changed to a stone cold serious one. Bianca could joke all day long, but when it came to her man, women and men alike knew better than to put his name in their mouth.
“Oops, I touched that nerve. Forgive me. I surrender, baby,” he said with a devilish grin. Frank put his hands up, trying to smooth things over. “My bad, Bee. I know you don’t play when it comes to your King Caesar,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
Bianca rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair at Frank’s desk. She remained silent and counted to ten to pull herself together in order to allow her anger to subside. When anybody talked about Caesar, they were talking about Bianca, as far as she was concerned. It was like they were touching her eyeball with their fingernail. She felt that it was downright disrespectful. To her, she and Caesar were one in the same. Even though they weren’t legally married, she was Caesar’s rib. He’d been there for her in ways no other man had ever been, or any other person would or could be. Certainly not her disloyal, two-faced mother, who still to this day allowed Grandmother Williams to get in her ear, turning her against her once favorite daughter. And she wouldn’t even mention her sister, who was her best friend, but yet and still, Caesar filled so many voids and was her everything.
There was no denying that there was something special about the love of her life. Caesar just knew how to handle Bianca. Even though he was known on the streets of Virginia as a cool dude that was about his business and only got rough when it was absolutely necessary, he was gentle with Bianca at all times. To her, there were no two sides to Caesar. He was always the same when it came to her, which was what she loved about him so much. He never once tried to front like he was this hardcore cat who could snap off at any minute. As a matter of fact, he was just the opposite. He was never confrontational or combative with her, and even if she got a little hotheaded, he knew how to calm her down. He knew just what Bianca liked, and that was to be loved and comforted.
Bianca loved the fact that they could lie in bed for hours and do nothing but talk, eat popcorn, and watch their favorite shows. They loved to watch the old school movies like Car Wash, Shaft, and Foxy Brown. Before Caesar, all the other dudes Bianca had messed with couldn’t spend more than five minutes lying in the bed next to her before they were trying to jump her bones. And God Knows Bianca had dealt with guys who knew how to handle and take care of her physical needs, but they had left her feeling empty. Until she met Caesar, she had never known someone who was able to satisfy her mental and emotional desires. In her mind, Caesar was like her own living, breathing sanctuary. Best believe she wasn’t going to allow anyone to make a joke out of that special something that they had, not even Frank, one of her loyal customers.
“Madame, ummmm, is it too much to ask to get down to business?” Frank finally said, knowing that money always made things better, especially for Bianca, because she was definitely about hers.
For a moment, remnants of her anger still lingering, Bianca just looked Frank over and frowned in dismissal. “Chill, boo. Go ’head with your order,” she said with a sassy attitude.
“First off, those pants you rocking, I want three pairs of the red, black, and yellow, for all three of my main chicks.”
“No problem.”
“You know the sizes, right?”
“You know I do.” She looked at him like he was crazy. How dare he ask such a stupid question? Everybody who was anybody in Virginia came to her, because Bianca was good at what she did. She could look at a woman and know her size. She even knew how to make a large woman
