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wanted to say to Hakeem.
I can wrap this on my own
. But she waved at him to join her. At least for minute.
Just for the introductions
.

CHAPTER 5
    Hide not your talents
,
    they for use were made
.
    What’s a sun-dial in the shade?
    —B ENJAMIN F RANKLIN
    I n her suite at the Lost City after the after-parties, Eva sat her drink on the vanity next to the ultimate gift Ron had sent earlier. There was a recent urn of lilies, too—card signed with a ballpoint-sketched sun.
    Then she went to the bathroom, slid out of her silk jersey dress, and put on a robe. Eva called out, “Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to me? Tonight at the showcase. Dart. You said, ‘Talk to you about it later”
    “Not tryin’s to talk now.” Dart’s was in the bathroom with her, his hands under her bra pushing her nipples in, hard, in the exact way she hated her breasts to be touched. He was trying to distort them, and she let him do it because it seemed like he needed to.
    It’s not like he’s brand-new to me, and he keeps condoms always
.
    Dart was on his knees trying to eat her out. Eva’s feet were cold on the floor and the edge of the sink was pressing into her butt. She put her hands under his arms, and he was soaking wet there, but still Eva pulled at him to get up, and he did.
    She tied the belt of her robe, walked into the room, sat down, and sipped the Scotch. She thought she might talk to Dart about whatthe hell Sunny had pulled with Vic and Swan. Hoped that Dart, whose attention span was short, would then settle for sleep. Eva had two beds. She thought it would be nice to hear him breathing.
    But Dart picked her up from the bed. Eva let him do it. He cradled her in his arms and carried her. As an adult, Eva hadn’t been lifted from her feet and carried. Even in the robe, she felt exposed and lightheaded. She didn’t squirm.
    “Put me down,” she said.
He is bizarre
.
    “I will. When we get”—he placed her, like a rolled rug, on a cushioned chaise on her balcony—“here.” Then Dart pulled his undershirt over his head. Eva liked the way the band of his shorts sat comfortably on his waist. His chest with its tight tufts. And night in the Bahamas, at Lost City, was balmy and sheer as day. Eva’s feeling of exposure increased, and she was excited.
    D’Artagnan kissed her, and after a few seconds, Eva kissed him back with force because he wasn’t pressing her breasts in. She relaxed and got warm—the drink had helped, and Dart’s new shoulders were like some big, padded dam. His new body seemed produced to hold things back. Hold things in. Break shit to pieces.
    He could have taken Ron, easily
.
    She did her best to touch Dart’s face and neck in a loverlike way. She figured if it weren’t for his mottled back, she’d have sex with him more often. Dart’s neglected back freaked Eva out. She wanted him to take care of it, take care of himself, but she forgot about his scars as Dart lay on top of her and started pumping like he was trying to find a cliff inside her high enough from which to jump.
    It feels good
. Hit single, Tony! Toni! Toné!, from their 1990 album
The Revival
. Midsong rap from Mo-cedes, supposedly Tupac Shakur’s cousin. T!T!T!—Oakland, California, boys—Tim, Dwayne, Rafael—all three.
One or two of them related to Larry Graham of Graham Central Station. Graham, who’d played bass guitar for Sly “I-wanna-take-you-higher” Stone
. Eva’s mind went
click-click-click
. Bass-drum-vocals. Date-album-artist.
If it really feels good to you, baby, let me hear you sing
. A snatch from “It Feels Good” tapped for the Notorious B.I.G.’s verse for the ′96 remix of 112’s “Only You.” Big had a 1997 song called “No-toriousThugs.” That’s how Eva felt—the way the midwestern rappers on Biggie’s album rap-sang it: No-tor-ee-us. It felt good.
    Eva got caught up enough that she squirmed, flipped herself on top of him, and did the canal-tightening tricks she’d perfected, and Dart

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