The soft, feminine scent knocked my head back like a drug. I caught every other word Pops was saying when she opened her mouth to give the bartender her drink order. The voice of an angel is what I heard. It had taken everything in me not to turn around so that I could get a look at her.
She dropped something from her purse. When she went to pick it up, she brushed against my leg. I had no choice but to turn around so I could check out the mystery lady who was responsible for giving me a hard on in a room full of people.
Josephine Lawrence. The last time I saw her, she was a shy kid. But now…she’s gorgeous as hell. Immediately, I wanted to get to know her. So, I did what I do. I hit her with the charm. That’s what my cousin Eve calls it. You know when my game is strong. Except this time, running game was the farthest thing from my mind.
When I struck up a conversation with Josephine, Brittany wasn’t a thought. Didn’t care that she was there either. Another sign it was past time for me to move on.
Before I could ask Josephine for her number, Brittany came back over and made a scene, verbally attacking Josephine. Man, I felt terrible for the girl. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of humiliation on her face. The only thing I could do was get Brittany out of there before she caused a bigger scene.
I knew I should’ve left Brittany’s ass at her condo when she was taking forever to come down to the car. Naw, forget that. What I should’ve done was left her alone weeks ago. If it’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a clingy and possessive woman. It’s not cute and for damn sure a turn off.
After I called a car to take Brittany home, my intention was to go back inside and apologize to Josephine. Never got the chance. Some punk was up in her face. I wanted to snap his neck in half when he put his arm around her waist.
But what good would that do? My chance to get Josephine’s number was blown.