we still kick it," Tina confessed with a smirk. She was significantly more private than Lalana.
After her friends left, Lalana called Logan to see if she could squeeze any information out of him. She left a brief voicemail message when he didn't answer, then hung up and tried to think about what she could wear for her next visit with MC ROC.
Not five minutes had passed before Lalana's phone rang. Logan's number popped up on her caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hi, beautiful," he greeted.
Lalana felt awkward, but went with the flow. "Hey, I was just calling to see how you were doing."
"You wanna go grab a drink or dinner?" he asked.
Silence.
"Lalana?" Logan asked. "Can you hear me?"
Lalana wondered whether to feign a bad connection or go along with his offer.
"Um, dinner?" she asked.
"Or a drink - it's up to you," Logan answered. "Or we could do both," he quickly added.
"You know what, yeah, that sounds like a good idea. My girlfriends just left; they're hitting a club tonight, and I wasn't in a partying mood. But dinner and a drink might be nice."
"Okay, where can I pick you up?"
"I live in Carson."
"Let me get your address. I'll plug it into my GPS system."
Lalana got ready. She picked out a sexy outfit that gave her confidence, showered, and had just finished her makeup when her phone rang. Lalana grabbed for it quickly, figuring Logan was lost.
"Where are you?" she questioned.
"Aaaeeey, Shorty," ROC's voice rang out.
Lalana's pulse raced.
"Yo man, you there?" he asked.
"Um, ROC," she said slowly.
Just then her doorbell rang. It had never seemed so loud.
"Oh, you got company," he said. "I didn't want nothing'. I was just thinking 'bout you. Go 'head, I'll holla at you later." The line went dead as Lalana's doorbell chimed again.
Chapter Twelve
"How much time you got?" Logan asked.
Lalana felt funny sitting next to him in the front seat. They weren't in one of his company cars - Logan was instead driving a BMW 7- series.
Lalana wore an ankle-length, red halter dress that showcased her ample chest. She had on a pair of gold three-inch heels, brushed-gold dangling earrings, a long gold necklace, and gold and jade bangles on her wrists. She carried a bright green clutch purse that matched her bangles.
"How much time do I have?"
"Yeah, I was thinking we could go to the Blue Water Grill for seafood out in Redondo Beach."
"That sounds good," Lalana said. She was in a good mood - not because she was with Logan, but because MC ROC had finally reached out to her. He called and said he'd been thinking about her.
Logan sported a pair of dark denim jeans with a button-down Polo shirt and sports jacket. He looked like he walked off the cover of GQ.
"You look good tonight," he complimented, stealing glances at Lalana as he drove.
"Thanks, you look nice yourself," she said.
Lalana kept wondering how long it was going to take Logan to bring up something about their high school years. She was pleasantly surprised when they drove down Pacific Coast Highway and he didn't mention the past. A Jill Scott CD Logan loaded into the car stereo filled the ensuing silence.
The Blue Water Grill in Redondo Beach overlooked the harbor. Blinking lights sparkled on docked boats and yachts and created a maze of glistening light on the dark water.
"You wanna have a drink while we wait for appetizers?" Logan asked.
The restaurant wasn't crowded. Its dim lighting and water views created a perfectly romantic setting. Most customers at the restaurant were couples.
"These are good," Lalana said of the raspberry mojitos Logan ordered for them.
As he talked about a bachelor party gone way wrong, Lalana couldn't help thinking how nice he was while hoping he wasn't getting any romantic ideas. After appetizers of coconut-fried shrimp and mango-papaya salsa, Logan ordered wild king salmon in artichoke saffron broth over chive mashed potatoes. Lalana ordered Pan Sauteed Panko Calamari Steak.
"You want another drink?" Logan asked suddenly.
"I
After her friends left, Lalana called Logan to see if she could squeeze any information out of him. She left a brief voicemail message when he didn't answer, then hung up and tried to think about what she could wear for her next visit with MC ROC.
Not five minutes had passed before Lalana's phone rang. Logan's number popped up on her caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hi, beautiful," he greeted.
Lalana felt awkward, but went with the flow. "Hey, I was just calling to see how you were doing."
"You wanna go grab a drink or dinner?" he asked.
Silence.
"Lalana?" Logan asked. "Can you hear me?"
Lalana wondered whether to feign a bad connection or go along with his offer.
"Um, dinner?" she asked.
"Or a drink - it's up to you," Logan answered. "Or we could do both," he quickly added.
"You know what, yeah, that sounds like a good idea. My girlfriends just left; they're hitting a club tonight, and I wasn't in a partying mood. But dinner and a drink might be nice."
"Okay, where can I pick you up?"
"I live in Carson."
"Let me get your address. I'll plug it into my GPS system."
Lalana got ready. She picked out a sexy outfit that gave her confidence, showered, and had just finished her makeup when her phone rang. Lalana grabbed for it quickly, figuring Logan was lost.
"Where are you?" she questioned.
"Aaaeeey, Shorty," ROC's voice rang out.
Lalana's pulse raced.
"Yo man, you there?" he asked.
"Um, ROC," she said slowly.
Just then her doorbell rang. It had never seemed so loud.
"Oh, you got company," he said. "I didn't want nothing'. I was just thinking 'bout you. Go 'head, I'll holla at you later." The line went dead as Lalana's doorbell chimed again.
Chapter Twelve
"How much time you got?" Logan asked.
Lalana felt funny sitting next to him in the front seat. They weren't in one of his company cars - Logan was instead driving a BMW 7- series.
Lalana wore an ankle-length, red halter dress that showcased her ample chest. She had on a pair of gold three-inch heels, brushed-gold dangling earrings, a long gold necklace, and gold and jade bangles on her wrists. She carried a bright green clutch purse that matched her bangles.
"How much time do I have?"
"Yeah, I was thinking we could go to the Blue Water Grill for seafood out in Redondo Beach."
"That sounds good," Lalana said. She was in a good mood - not because she was with Logan, but because MC ROC had finally reached out to her. He called and said he'd been thinking about her.
Logan sported a pair of dark denim jeans with a button-down Polo shirt and sports jacket. He looked like he walked off the cover of GQ.
"You look good tonight," he complimented, stealing glances at Lalana as he drove.
"Thanks, you look nice yourself," she said.
Lalana kept wondering how long it was going to take Logan to bring up something about their high school years. She was pleasantly surprised when they drove down Pacific Coast Highway and he didn't mention the past. A Jill Scott CD Logan loaded into the car stereo filled the ensuing silence.
The Blue Water Grill in Redondo Beach overlooked the harbor. Blinking lights sparkled on docked boats and yachts and created a maze of glistening light on the dark water.
"You wanna have a drink while we wait for appetizers?" Logan asked.
The restaurant wasn't crowded. Its dim lighting and water views created a perfectly romantic setting. Most customers at the restaurant were couples.
"These are good," Lalana said of the raspberry mojitos Logan ordered for them.
As he talked about a bachelor party gone way wrong, Lalana couldn't help thinking how nice he was while hoping he wasn't getting any romantic ideas. After appetizers of coconut-fried shrimp and mango-papaya salsa, Logan ordered wild king salmon in artichoke saffron broth over chive mashed potatoes. Lalana ordered Pan Sauteed Panko Calamari Steak.
"You want another drink?" Logan asked suddenly.
"I
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