about."
I turned away from the table, suddenly realizing that I was back in the game. I promised myself that after Michael, my ass was gonna go for a straight square, a working man who had a head on his shoulders who would put me before his reputation. But since I was now dating another athlete, I recapped everything that Rosslyn taught me, the experience I learned on my own, and pure common sense and shared it with Dalia.
Later that night, I laced Dalia for her date. She looked like a bag of money. I let her wear my unworn fitted silver sequined dress that I got from Nordstrom, my silver and black six inch Jimmy Choos, and I even let her borrow my princess cut diamond earrings for the night. My girl was star studded. She noted everything that I told her to do on the first date and she was amped to be actually going on a date with someone famous.
"Just have fun, be yourself , but keep it interesting, okay?"
"Got you." she said , smudging in her red lipstick.
I locked the door behind her and grabbed my vibrating phone.
I keep thinking about you, I can’t get you off my mind. I feel vulnerable, I don't like this feeling. lol.
Courtney’s text put an instant smile on my face . I leaped on my bed and rolled over on my back. I was sure that since I hadn't contacted him for the entire day that I was on his mind, and I was obviously right. However, he didn't have to know that he was also on mine.
Aw that is so sweet. Thanks for letting me know.
What! That’s all I get? He sent back.
Been thinking about you too :)
Well that's good to know. Does that mean, you're going to give me another chance?
Yes.
I shut my phone off after I sent that last text. I needed to keep the thrill of the chase raging. Athletes loved that shit, because they were so used to girls being ready for whatever. There was no way that I was going to smother him with contact; I had to keep him guessing. This was a technique Rosslyn constantly used to make sure the men knew that she had a life outside of them.
I had nothing to do for the rest of the night, so I cleaned up the house and tried to wait up for Dalia. I felt myself nodding off on the couch and ended up falling asleep. I didn’t even hear when she came in.
Bright and early the next morning, all you heard were yawns and sounds of us brushing our teeth as we prepped ourselves for work. We saved all the good convo for the ride to work. Dalia didn’t hold back on filling me in once we got inside the car. She was smitten over Seary, smiling while she told me about their date. She told me that it went so well, that they made plans to go out again later that night.
Laughing our way into the office, Dr. Raphael’s bitchy appearance immediately stifled our mood. She had her glasses on her nose looking at us both as if we had committed a crime. She lifted her white sleeve to view her watch.
“Y ou’re both late.”
I pulled out my cell phone , realizing that we were literally only three minutes late and I had to call her out on it. Dalia and I never made being late a habit. This bitch was just being petty.
“Dr. Raphael, we are three minutes late . The first client isn’t scheduled to come in for another thirty minutes.”
She grinned . “When the clients arrive doesn’t matter, what matters is that the two of you arrive on time.”
She rolled her eyes and retreated to the back.
“I can’t STAND her!” Dalia clenched her teeth and hung her black leather coat in the closet.
“You and me both.” I agreed.
We settled in and got straight to work, sending off x-rays and calling insurance companies for payment. We were all the way focused. Dr. Raphael was good at instilling fear in us, to ensure that we took our jobs seriously. Once our workload lessened, Courtney resurfaced in my thoughts. It must’ve been mutual because a text came through right when I thought of him.
Hey babe, what are you doing tonight?
No plans. I replied back.
Well I’m hosting at the Aria club tonight,