Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series) by Raynesha Pittman, Brandie Randolph Read Free Book Online Page A

“Savannah, you ain’t never let no man get to you like this; you sure you should let him come back? What if there is more to that baby mama thing that he didn’t let on about? I thought that Jamaican guy was packing enough for you and me both?”
     
    Never ask for someone’s opinion when you know you really don’t want to hear it! “And how is he going to be more comfortable at your house than his own? You sure he ain’t got people looking for him, girl?”
     
    That is so typical of Sandy to turn every thuggish guy she knows into somebody wanted on Cops or The First 48. I loved her because she always spoke her mind, whether your feelings were going to get hurt or not.
     
    “I’m not worried about his baby mama. We are not talking about marriage; I’m just curious if he can really cook and if his sex is as smooth as him. As far as Amir goes, I told him I wasn’t looking for anything but sex every now and then; we are on the same page.”
     
    I decided not to tell her that I planned on cooking the food and having the house covered in candles by the time he made it back.
     
    “Okay, Savannah, I know you know what you’re doing. Get enough for me! I’ve been working so much I haven’t even had time to masturbate.”
     
    Sandy worked for a historian, rejuvenating priceless artifacts without taking away from their worth. Her job took a lot of concentration and attention to detail. I missed her dearly but knew our schedules didn’t allow for frequent visits, so I promised to visit on my next vacation and said bye.
     
    At about a quarter to five, I received a text message from Dre asking if it was okay to come back at 8 PM. I text back, Yes and come hungry. I started cooking dinner and then got dressed.
     
    The dress fit my body like a glove. I must thank her for it again. I changed my mind about wearing heavy makeup and only applied eye shadow and a thin layer of lip gloss.
     
    My hair was easy to do since it was so short. Next, I slipped on my heels. Right as I dropped the lobsters in the boiling water, I got a call from the security gate.
     
    Dre was almost an hour early which worked out fine since the only thing that needed to be cooked was the lobster tails. He had brought the frozen, pre-cooked ones, so they only needed 10 minutes of boiling.
     
    I buzzed him in and then peeked out of the window. He had changed clothes. He was now wearing a long sleeve Christian Audigier shirt with matching jeans. It was hard to see what kind of shoes he was wearing, but they matched in color.
     
    He had his dreads pulled back and his cell phone stuck to his ear. As I walked to the door to unlock it, I could hear his cell phone powering off. Thank you, Jesus. No more unwanted interruptions.
     
    I opened up the door. “Welcome back.”
     
    Looking like an embarrassed child by the way he put his head down, he said, “Glad to be welcomed back.”
     
    I led him into the dimly lit dining area and sat him down. His eyes followed me all around the kitchen. “It smells good in here, Savannah; who you pay to cook while I was gone?”
     
    Giving him the middle finger, I placed jumbo shrimps, asparagus and three-cheese mashed potatoes on his plate. I did the same for myself as the lobster tails continued to cook.
     
    I handed him a bottle of red wine to open and he poured us a glass and then sparked up a blunt. He hit it three times and passed it and told me to put it out when I was done. I did.
     
    As I was walking to my side of the table to sit down, he beat me there and pulled out my chair. After I was seated, we prayed over the food.
     
    “Savannah, I got to be real with you. I had dreams of having a meal like this with a beautiful and educated woman like yourself when I was in college and the shit never happened. So, you got to excuse me if it seems like I’m overdoing it.”
     
    I sipped my wine and said, “Just be you, that’s who I want to get to know.”
     
    Over dinner, he told me what the call was