disappointed in you.”
“I don’t even know him , Temmy. You know I don’t do casual sex.”
I have only slept with one man that I wasn’t in a relationship with and I had known him for several months before hand . He had offered no strings attach, but even then, I haven’t slept with him again since.
“Well then, did you at least give him your number so that you can get to know him?”
“Uh, no. I didn’t think about it. He did give me his number though.”
“Well, at least he was thinking. You will call him as soon as we get off the phone and arrange a date.”
“You sure are demanding. Did you get your car or do you need a ride?”
I didn’t want to have to tell her that I washed his number off. She would just go into a tirade, and then give him my number the first time she sees him.
“Kevin took me to get it before he left.”
“That’s good.” There was a knock at my door. “Hey, hang on a second. Someone’s at the door.”
I opened the door to find a delivery man standing there. That was weird. The reason I chose this apartment building was for the security. Their rule is that no one who didn’t live here was to be allowed past the front desk without being accompanied by a tenant. Deliveries like this were to be brought up by a security guard.
“Hello. Can I help you?” I said.
“Are you Avery Tywella?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He handed me a vase with a large bouquet of flowers.
“I need you to sign for them,” he said.
“Who sent them?”
He shrugged.
I noticed he had a scar running from above his left brow to his chin. It actually bisected his lips at the corner making him appear to be constantly grimacing on that side.
“I didn’t take the order. I’m just the delivery guy. There is a card. Maybe it says who they’re from.”
“Alright.”
I sat them on the side table and then took the clipboard from him. Tonight must be a slow night because my name was the only on the list.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers before. Do you usually get a tip?”
I wasn’t sure what etiquette dictated.
He smiled at me. “No, that’s alright. It’s been taken care of.”
“Oh, okay then. Have a good night.”
“You do as well.”
As he turned to leave , I noticed there was a nick missing out of his ear, and he walked with a limp. Maybe he was in a car wreck or something. I shut the door and locked it.
“You still there?” I asked Temmy.
I had held onto the phone the whole time I was receiving the flowers so I wasn’t surprised when she said, “Hurry, check and see who they’re from. As if I don’t know.”
I pulled the card out of the small envelope.
Can’t wait to see you again. - J
I told Temmy what it said.
“You have to be the luckiest bitch I know.”
“Yeah, that’s me. The lucky one.”
“In this instance , I would have to say that you are. You have to call him and thank him, and tell him how much you want his body, and how you were a fool last night, and ask if he can come over now for some good lovin’.”
“That’s a lot of ‘and’ .”
“I’m hanging up now, Avy, so that you can call him. Bye.”
I hung up the phone and looked at the flowers. It really was a beautiful bouquet. I threw the note in the garbage. Sorry, but I really didn’t want to be a one night stand to a rock star. I don’t think I could play the role of groupie very well. The vindictive part of me pointed out that I played the role pretty well last night. I told it to stuff it, and went back to my TV shows.
Eight
I was sitting in my office on Thursday morning going over all the information I had on Stephen Wilkin s, hoping a lead would appear out of thin air. Cop came in.
“We gotta DB in a motel room on Seventh,” he said.
That was only two blocks over from my body dump. I hope we didn’t have a serial on our hands. Then again, that is the wrong side of town. It isn’t unusually to find murder victims
“I don’t even know him , Temmy. You know I don’t do casual sex.”
I have only slept with one man that I wasn’t in a relationship with and I had known him for several months before hand . He had offered no strings attach, but even then, I haven’t slept with him again since.
“Well then, did you at least give him your number so that you can get to know him?”
“Uh, no. I didn’t think about it. He did give me his number though.”
“Well, at least he was thinking. You will call him as soon as we get off the phone and arrange a date.”
“You sure are demanding. Did you get your car or do you need a ride?”
I didn’t want to have to tell her that I washed his number off. She would just go into a tirade, and then give him my number the first time she sees him.
“Kevin took me to get it before he left.”
“That’s good.” There was a knock at my door. “Hey, hang on a second. Someone’s at the door.”
I opened the door to find a delivery man standing there. That was weird. The reason I chose this apartment building was for the security. Their rule is that no one who didn’t live here was to be allowed past the front desk without being accompanied by a tenant. Deliveries like this were to be brought up by a security guard.
“Hello. Can I help you?” I said.
“Are you Avery Tywella?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He handed me a vase with a large bouquet of flowers.
“I need you to sign for them,” he said.
“Who sent them?”
He shrugged.
I noticed he had a scar running from above his left brow to his chin. It actually bisected his lips at the corner making him appear to be constantly grimacing on that side.
“I didn’t take the order. I’m just the delivery guy. There is a card. Maybe it says who they’re from.”
“Alright.”
I sat them on the side table and then took the clipboard from him. Tonight must be a slow night because my name was the only on the list.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers before. Do you usually get a tip?”
I wasn’t sure what etiquette dictated.
He smiled at me. “No, that’s alright. It’s been taken care of.”
“Oh, okay then. Have a good night.”
“You do as well.”
As he turned to leave , I noticed there was a nick missing out of his ear, and he walked with a limp. Maybe he was in a car wreck or something. I shut the door and locked it.
“You still there?” I asked Temmy.
I had held onto the phone the whole time I was receiving the flowers so I wasn’t surprised when she said, “Hurry, check and see who they’re from. As if I don’t know.”
I pulled the card out of the small envelope.
Can’t wait to see you again. - J
I told Temmy what it said.
“You have to be the luckiest bitch I know.”
“Yeah, that’s me. The lucky one.”
“In this instance , I would have to say that you are. You have to call him and thank him, and tell him how much you want his body, and how you were a fool last night, and ask if he can come over now for some good lovin’.”
“That’s a lot of ‘and’ .”
“I’m hanging up now, Avy, so that you can call him. Bye.”
I hung up the phone and looked at the flowers. It really was a beautiful bouquet. I threw the note in the garbage. Sorry, but I really didn’t want to be a one night stand to a rock star. I don’t think I could play the role of groupie very well. The vindictive part of me pointed out that I played the role pretty well last night. I told it to stuff it, and went back to my TV shows.
Eight
I was sitting in my office on Thursday morning going over all the information I had on Stephen Wilkin s, hoping a lead would appear out of thin air. Cop came in.
“We gotta DB in a motel room on Seventh,” he said.
That was only two blocks over from my body dump. I hope we didn’t have a serial on our hands. Then again, that is the wrong side of town. It isn’t unusually to find murder victims
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