But right now I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
“And I just want to give you injections of
Sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream architypes of black angels in flight
Upon wings of distorted, contorted metaphoric jizm
“Come on slim, fuck your man, I ain’t worried about him
“It’s you who I want to step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I’d rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream
“Who am I, well they all call me
Brother to the night and right now I am
The blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right Is that alright?”
When he finished, Robyn stared in utter disbelief. She didn’t know what to say.
“This message was from Maxwell. He also asked that I give you this.” He reached inside his blazer jacket then handed a sealed envelope over to Robyn.
Robyn whispered, “You don’t really need your offices redecorated, do you?”
“No, I don’t. I’m just trying to help a friend in love.”
She pressed her lips together then responded. “Thank you.” Robyn handed the envelope back. “Please give this back to Maxwell and tell him that I wish him well.”
Chapter 17
Robyn had had a long day. She was exhausted and only recently returned from her three-day trip to New York. All she wanted to do was eat something, get comfortable, and watch a bit of television. After taking a long hot shower, she tied her hair up with a scarf, put on her favorite pajama bottoms, and college t-shirt that was so old it had holes in it.
Her phone rang. It was Maxwell . . . again. He’d been calling almost non-stop since he sent the monologue man to her office. Robyn turned it off. If she didn’t, she would be tempted to answer it as Robyn had so many times over the past week.
There wasn’t much to choose from in the refrigerator, so she warmed up some leftover shrimp fried rice in the microwave she picked up on her way home from the airport and plopped down on the couch in front of the television. After she’d finished eating, Robyn passed out only to be awakened by someone ringing the buzzer to her apartment. Startled, she sat up. It took a minute to realize what the sound was, and she quickly went over to answer it.
Cursing under her breath, she wondered who the hell would show up unannounced, ringing her buzzer at 9 p.m.
She pushed the button. “This better be an emergency!”
“It’s not, and I would have called, but you’re not answering them.”
Robyn froze at the sound of his voice. “Maxwell?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Open the door. We need to talk.”
Robyn glanced down at herself and patted her head only to realize she still had a scarf on it. She looked a mess. What was she thinking! No, she should send his ass packin’!”
“Go away, Maxwell.”
“We need to talk. I’ll stand out here all night if I have to.”
“Go ahead.”
“Okay, I’ll not only stand out here all night, I’ll start singing too. I’m sure this entire thing would be an nice Hot Topic for the Wendell Williams Show.”
“You wouldn’t?”
Maxwell cleared his voice and start to loudly do vocal exercises – horribly off key.
Was she honestly going to send him away? Her mind said yes. But, her heart said hell, no! The last thing she needed was the media focusing on her love life after her disastrous break-up with Chet Anderson. “It’s um . . . five minutes and I’ll um . . . buzz you up.”
Her condo was on the second floor, so there was no reason to even try to make herself look presentable. Why should she? She would hear him out and send him on his way.
He would be at her door in seconds. Thirty seconds later, before she could get her mind together, Maxwell was knocking on her door.
Robyn took a deep breath and opened it. She was slightly breathless when she spoke. “Maxwell, w-what are you doing here?”
Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the full sight of him. He stood there in another custom suit looking more delicious than any man had a right too. He also didn’t come empty handed. He carried two dozen red roses. They were the most beautiful flowers she’d ever seen.
“These are for you.”
One of the few times in her life, Robyn was speechless. She could ignore him when he was in another state. But, he was here, live and in person. Robyn reached for the flowers. “Thank you.” They weren’t going to change her mind.
Maxwell looked like a man on a mission. There was a steely determination in his eyes. “May I come in?”
Nervously, she moved back so that he could enter. “I didn’t know you were coming, so I’m not really dressed for company. I said five minutes and I mean it.”
“I’ve often told you, you would be perfect wearing a potato sack.”
She blushed. Nope. She was not falling for the charm. Robyn hesitated then asked the question burning her soul. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, after you didn’t accept my note or call me when Darius Lovehall left, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Tonight, I had this entire elaborate speech I wanted to say to you, but the honest answer is, I needed to see you. I tried to tell you before I left out of the country, but somehow my card ended up in the garbage.”
“Look, you’ve
