Moments of Clarity by Michele Cameron Page A

Anthony’s retreat with a not-too-pleased look. “His mouth is probably parched from running it too much. I wonder what made him think that I had something to do with that mess?”
    â€œThen why did you come here with that other cheerleader?” The minute Sasha spoke the words she wished that she could retract them. She sounded like a jealous fishwife.
    â€œWe met at the door on the way in. That’s all. And by the way, thank you for noticing. That makes my night.”
    She felt uncomfortable that she hadn’t been able to conceal her awareness for someone she had previously pretended a disinterest in. She averted her eyes from the smirks of Tiara and Calvin and took a sip of champagne. In her haste to distract the others, she inadvertently picked up Sexton’s and drained it.
    He said teasingly, “That was mine, but I don’t mind.”
    â€œOh no, I’m sorry.” Feeling even more mortified, she said, “Let me get you another glass from the waitress.”
    â€œI wouldn’t hear of it.” Sexton lifted the empty glass and put his lips on the rim at the exact spot where Sasha’s lipstick had left a print.
    Trying to help her friend out, Tiara asked, “Don’t people dance in here? And where is the deejay booth?”
    Calvin pointed. “See those stairs? There’s another floor upstairs and that’s where the majority of the dancing takes place.”
    â€œI certainly like the music that has been playing so far.” Rhythm and blues, combined with the sounds of Motown from the sixties, seventies, and eighties, had been playing since they had arrived.
    Tiara turned to her brother when she heard the next song. “I love the theme from Soul Train . Let’s go, Calvin.” She ordered Sasha and Sexton, “You guys, come on.”
    Upstairs there was a huge dance floor, and Sasha was surprised to see so many twenty-somethings trying to outdo each other as they jammed to the oldies but goodies.
    As Sexton danced in the crowd he towered above many of the other males. Sasha was not surprised to see that Sexton could hold a beat on the dance floor because so far it appeared as if he did everything well. He was not the flamboyant dancer that Calvin was, twirling and snapping his fingers, but he was smooth and obviously comfortable on the floor.
    At the end of the song, the deejay slowed the tempo and she recognized the baritone voice of Barry White.
    Sexton held out his hand to her in order to draw her closer. She placed hers into his and felt herself folded into his arms. He held her tight as they danced sinuously. As they danced, she was vaguely aware of Tiara and Calvin leaving the dance floor.
    â€œDid you ever get a chance to meet him?” he whispered in her ear.
    â€œWho?” she whispered softly as she settled into the security of Sexton’s arms.
    â€œBarry, before he left us way too early.”
    â€œOf course not,” she answered, startled by the question. “What would ever make you think that I did?” Sasha’s voice was so clouded with desire it sounded unfamiliar to her.
    â€œBecause I think he must have had you in mind when he wrote a song about a woman worth a million dollars.”
    Sasha smothered a laugh. She knew it was a line, but still she felt flattered. She didn’t recognize the scent of Sexton’s cologne, but combined with sexual intensity it almost overwhelmed her. All of a sudden she felt a response from Sexton’s body. It seemed as if a rod had somehow been placed between them, and she felt a surge of gratification when she realized that she had on him the same effect he had on her.
    Sasha felt moistness between her thighs, and when her body jerked in response to his she realized that there was enough moisture to leak out of her thong underwear.
    Sexton felt her movements and slightly eased his hold on her. He looked down. “Am I holding you too