Carlo idled for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled away from the curb. King could not make out anyone inside, due to the limousine tint that was on the window. He pushed the glass door, and walked inside.
The aroma of the food court surrounded him. He did not realize that he was walking with his hand still on the butt of his gun until he reached the elevator and caught a glimpse of himself in the doors. He relaxed his arm and pushed the white button with the arrow pointing up. King held the door for a woman with a baby stroller before he pressed the number 3. His heart slowly returned to its regular beat, and he relaxed his shoulders.
As he exited the elevator, he took his phone out and texted his mother to let her know where he was located. He knew the women were probably knee deep in shoes or something by now. Sending his mother a text was the best way to get a response, as he knew his sister and Imani probably were trying on the latest must have fashions. Shopping was the only time either of them would not respond to a text message within seconds.
King placed the phone back in his pocket and walked into Milan’s Jewelry. He headed straight for the Rolex watches and diamond bracelets.
“Good afternoon, my name is Sloan. May I show you something?”
“Yeah, I want to see this Rolex right here.” King said without looking up.
“That is a beautiful piece.”
King sighed. He didn’t need to hear anything about the craftsmanship or how many karats it was, he just wanted to see how it would look on his wrist. He continued looking at the other watches as she opened the display case.
“Okay sir,” the sales person said.
King looked up as she held the watch for him to view. He felt a shiver go down his spine as he met the largest set of coal black eyes he had ever seen. The red lipstick highlighted full lips and made her white teeth gleam. King’s eyes scanned the face that was in front of him. He cleared his throat, hoping that his voice would return.
“Would you like to try it on, sir?” Sloan asked, unaware of the effect that she was having on King.
King shook his head and held out his arm.
She placed the watch on his wrist. “It fits you,” she said. “Sir, are you okay? Do you not like it?”
“Umm, no… yeah, I like it.” King finally said, looking at the watch on his arm. “Yeah, yeah it looks good.”
“It is gorgeous, and it will go from casual to business.” Sloan continued while King studied her lips. The words that were coming from them were inaudible to him, but their perfect shape mesmerized him.
“Yeah, umm I will. Do you have any crosses?” King said, trying to get his thoughts together. “Something elegant, but eye catching.”
“Yes, I think I have what you are looking for,” Sloan said, taking the Rolex off his arm.
She placed it back in the case and walked over to a black case that displayed several necklaces with cross pendants. She opened the display and pulled out a beautiful gold cross with diamonds trailing down the center. “I can fit it to any chain you like.” she said.
“You know, that looks like something she would like.” King answered while looking at the cross. “I would rather have it on a bracelet, but something unique.”
“Well, I can have our designer come out and sketch something for you.” Sloan added, getting her salesmanship on.
King studied her. She had a full bust line, slender waist, and full hips. She played her figure down by wearing a conservative white blouse and black pencil skirt. She was articulate and sophisticated.
“I’ll tell you what, Sloan. You design it for me.” King spoke, feeling his cool coming back.
Sloan laughed. “Well, ok, but at least tell me something about your wife, so I will know where to start.” she answered.
“I can’t tell you anything about my wife.”
“You can’t? Why?”
“Well, she hasn’t agreed to come to dinner with me yet.” Sloan had a puzzled look on her face. “So, Sloan,
The aroma of the food court surrounded him. He did not realize that he was walking with his hand still on the butt of his gun until he reached the elevator and caught a glimpse of himself in the doors. He relaxed his arm and pushed the white button with the arrow pointing up. King held the door for a woman with a baby stroller before he pressed the number 3. His heart slowly returned to its regular beat, and he relaxed his shoulders.
As he exited the elevator, he took his phone out and texted his mother to let her know where he was located. He knew the women were probably knee deep in shoes or something by now. Sending his mother a text was the best way to get a response, as he knew his sister and Imani probably were trying on the latest must have fashions. Shopping was the only time either of them would not respond to a text message within seconds.
King placed the phone back in his pocket and walked into Milan’s Jewelry. He headed straight for the Rolex watches and diamond bracelets.
“Good afternoon, my name is Sloan. May I show you something?”
“Yeah, I want to see this Rolex right here.” King said without looking up.
“That is a beautiful piece.”
King sighed. He didn’t need to hear anything about the craftsmanship or how many karats it was, he just wanted to see how it would look on his wrist. He continued looking at the other watches as she opened the display case.
“Okay sir,” the sales person said.
King looked up as she held the watch for him to view. He felt a shiver go down his spine as he met the largest set of coal black eyes he had ever seen. The red lipstick highlighted full lips and made her white teeth gleam. King’s eyes scanned the face that was in front of him. He cleared his throat, hoping that his voice would return.
“Would you like to try it on, sir?” Sloan asked, unaware of the effect that she was having on King.
King shook his head and held out his arm.
She placed the watch on his wrist. “It fits you,” she said. “Sir, are you okay? Do you not like it?”
“Umm, no… yeah, I like it.” King finally said, looking at the watch on his arm. “Yeah, yeah it looks good.”
“It is gorgeous, and it will go from casual to business.” Sloan continued while King studied her lips. The words that were coming from them were inaudible to him, but their perfect shape mesmerized him.
“Yeah, umm I will. Do you have any crosses?” King said, trying to get his thoughts together. “Something elegant, but eye catching.”
“Yes, I think I have what you are looking for,” Sloan said, taking the Rolex off his arm.
She placed it back in the case and walked over to a black case that displayed several necklaces with cross pendants. She opened the display and pulled out a beautiful gold cross with diamonds trailing down the center. “I can fit it to any chain you like.” she said.
“You know, that looks like something she would like.” King answered while looking at the cross. “I would rather have it on a bracelet, but something unique.”
“Well, I can have our designer come out and sketch something for you.” Sloan added, getting her salesmanship on.
King studied her. She had a full bust line, slender waist, and full hips. She played her figure down by wearing a conservative white blouse and black pencil skirt. She was articulate and sophisticated.
“I’ll tell you what, Sloan. You design it for me.” King spoke, feeling his cool coming back.
Sloan laughed. “Well, ok, but at least tell me something about your wife, so I will know where to start.” she answered.
“I can’t tell you anything about my wife.”
“You can’t? Why?”
“Well, she hasn’t agreed to come to dinner with me yet.” Sloan had a puzzled look on her face. “So, Sloan,
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