grinned, feeling a sudden sense of elation as a dynamic plan came to mind. “He just didn’t know that he’d be seeing you around at his house.”
The door swung open. Donny poked his head out, scowling. “Hey, lil’ sis, you all right?”
His gaze traveled the length of Tanya’s miniskirt-wrapped body, long legs that didn’t seem to end at her waist, then up to her breasts.
Real or plastic?
Brandi wondered. Only her cosmetic surgeon would know for sure.
“This is Tanya,” Brandi said with a flourish.
Donny winced as thick lips turned into a frown. “He went
white?
What was he thinking?”
Tanya glared back at him.
Brandi grinned. “Same thing he was thinking with.”
Laughter followed as he pulled his head back in just as the music kicked into “
Take it back now y’all. One hop this time…
” before fading once again when the door closed.
Things were shaping up to be a bit more complicated than Brandi had expected. She had wanted to humiliate Vernon, ending things in a way that would make him feel her pain. When she talked to Avie two months ago, she never thought things would turn out quite like this.
C HAPTER
Seven
I t had started with a simple, “Girl, he’s been cheating on me.”
Avie sighed, swiveling in the green leather office chair, asking, “What do you mean he’s cheating? Who’s cheating?”
“Vernon! I know the signs: late nights, last-minute travel plans, hanging up the cell phone when I enter a room.” Brandi blinked back tears. “Then there’s new clothes, as if he didn’t already have enough to last him at least three lifetimes.”
Avie leaned forward on the oak desk. “And new cologne?”
“Pheromone for Men.” Brandi’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her friend. “How did you know?”
“Classics, baby, classics. I think you should whip out the knife and go Lorena Bobbitt on his ass.” Her thinly arched eyebrows lifted into half moons. “Try it the next time he wants some nookie.”
“The only time we have sex is when I ask for it.”
“You’re kidding!” Avie leaned back in her chair. “The Black Stallion?”
Brandi laughed at her reference to Vernon’s college nickname. “The Stallion hasn’t been riding the range or grazing the pastures lately. And when he does, it’s more like a ‘you need to be grateful I’m still with your ass’ kind of thing. God, I’m tired of that.”
“No doubt.”
“I’m going to stop asking, and start handling things the old-fashioned way,” she said.
Avie laughed, a soft, silky sound. “Now, I feel you on that one.”
“No, you don’t!” Brandi shot back. “You’re getting your fair share on the regular. When was the last time you masturbated?”
The lawyer blushed, dipping her head sheepishly before she stood. “Well, we’re not going to get into that. I have to go to a closing,” she said. “Why don’t you come back to my office on Thursday and we’ll discuss your options.”
“What time?”
“About ten.” She flipped open the calendar on her desk. “No, make it twelve, and I’ll spring for lunch.”
♥♥♥
Brandi walked back into the law firm of Davidson, Royal, and Payne, slipped into the soft leather seat across from the desk, and kicked off her heels before propping her tired feet on the desk.
Avie Davidson reached out, swiping the feet away, forcing them back onto the carpet with a solid thud.
Brandi shifted in the seat, placing one leg up under her. “I don’t do that when you come to my office.”
“I haven’t
been
to your new office.”
“My point exactly,” Brandi said, leveling her gaze on her friend.
“Hey, when you decided to move all the way out in Bumfuck, Egypt, you knew I wasn’t coming out there that much. It’s almost an hour out of the way and certainly nowhere near a courthouse.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Brandi waved off the excuse with a single hand. “And South Chicago isn’t all that far.”
“Add in parking-lot traffic coming
The door swung open. Donny poked his head out, scowling. “Hey, lil’ sis, you all right?”
His gaze traveled the length of Tanya’s miniskirt-wrapped body, long legs that didn’t seem to end at her waist, then up to her breasts.
Real or plastic?
Brandi wondered. Only her cosmetic surgeon would know for sure.
“This is Tanya,” Brandi said with a flourish.
Donny winced as thick lips turned into a frown. “He went
white?
What was he thinking?”
Tanya glared back at him.
Brandi grinned. “Same thing he was thinking with.”
Laughter followed as he pulled his head back in just as the music kicked into “
Take it back now y’all. One hop this time…
” before fading once again when the door closed.
Things were shaping up to be a bit more complicated than Brandi had expected. She had wanted to humiliate Vernon, ending things in a way that would make him feel her pain. When she talked to Avie two months ago, she never thought things would turn out quite like this.
C HAPTER
Seven
I t had started with a simple, “Girl, he’s been cheating on me.”
Avie sighed, swiveling in the green leather office chair, asking, “What do you mean he’s cheating? Who’s cheating?”
“Vernon! I know the signs: late nights, last-minute travel plans, hanging up the cell phone when I enter a room.” Brandi blinked back tears. “Then there’s new clothes, as if he didn’t already have enough to last him at least three lifetimes.”
Avie leaned forward on the oak desk. “And new cologne?”
“Pheromone for Men.” Brandi’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her friend. “How did you know?”
“Classics, baby, classics. I think you should whip out the knife and go Lorena Bobbitt on his ass.” Her thinly arched eyebrows lifted into half moons. “Try it the next time he wants some nookie.”
“The only time we have sex is when I ask for it.”
“You’re kidding!” Avie leaned back in her chair. “The Black Stallion?”
Brandi laughed at her reference to Vernon’s college nickname. “The Stallion hasn’t been riding the range or grazing the pastures lately. And when he does, it’s more like a ‘you need to be grateful I’m still with your ass’ kind of thing. God, I’m tired of that.”
“No doubt.”
“I’m going to stop asking, and start handling things the old-fashioned way,” she said.
Avie laughed, a soft, silky sound. “Now, I feel you on that one.”
“No, you don’t!” Brandi shot back. “You’re getting your fair share on the regular. When was the last time you masturbated?”
The lawyer blushed, dipping her head sheepishly before she stood. “Well, we’re not going to get into that. I have to go to a closing,” she said. “Why don’t you come back to my office on Thursday and we’ll discuss your options.”
“What time?”
“About ten.” She flipped open the calendar on her desk. “No, make it twelve, and I’ll spring for lunch.”
♥♥♥
Brandi walked back into the law firm of Davidson, Royal, and Payne, slipped into the soft leather seat across from the desk, and kicked off her heels before propping her tired feet on the desk.
Avie Davidson reached out, swiping the feet away, forcing them back onto the carpet with a solid thud.
Brandi shifted in the seat, placing one leg up under her. “I don’t do that when you come to my office.”
“I haven’t
been
to your new office.”
“My point exactly,” Brandi said, leveling her gaze on her friend.
“Hey, when you decided to move all the way out in Bumfuck, Egypt, you knew I wasn’t coming out there that much. It’s almost an hour out of the way and certainly nowhere near a courthouse.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Brandi waved off the excuse with a single hand. “And South Chicago isn’t all that far.”
“Add in parking-lot traffic coming
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