Be Bad For Me(27)

Thirty minutes later she was following GPS directions to the address  that Jordan had given her for his home. His townhome was not far from  the shop where he worked at. As she pulled up into the subdivision of  townhomes and condos, she didn't have to ride around in the parking lot  for more than a few seconds before she saw a group of bikers parked  outside of townhome number 1206. She parked her BMW on the other side of  the parking lot, grabbed her belongings, and got out of the car. She  wasn't surprised at the looks she got from males as well as their female  counterparts as she walked to the front door.

"Hey, shawty … what's happnin'?" A fine ass muscular white guy with a deep masculine voice was suddenly walking along side her.

"Hey." She gave him the same once over that he was giving her. When he  smiled, he suddenly reminded her of the actor Vin Diesel. His white hard  body was lightly tanned. He was completely bald, but his ass was sexy  as hell, nonetheless. His bare arms were almost covered completely in  tattoos. The tattooed words HEAT RYDERZ was in bold italicized letters  amongst the others. My gosh, was it a requirement to be drop dead  gorgeous to be a member of Heat Ryderz? Out of the handful of members  she'd met, all their asses were good-looking. Did she even measure up?

"I'm Alex. You live around here?"

"No. I actually came to visit Jordan."

"Oh," he said it abruptly, as if he was a little disappointed. "Well,  you've come to right place, then, cutie." They had reached Jordan's  front door and before she could reach up to ring the doorbell, he said,  "No need for that. He's expecting you."

Alex opened the door for her and they were greeted by loud music, loud  voices, and laughter. She spotted Jordan the moment she stepped in the  doorway. She smiled at him as their eyes lingered on each other. He  looked so good in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and collar shirt. Though  his attire was simple, there was still nothing simple about that man.  Every time she saw him, her heart always skipped a beat as if seeing him  for the first time. He got up, moved the laptop that he had been  working on to take the empty spot on the ottoman, and met her at the  door.

"Hey, Beautiful." He took her by the hand, pulled her inside, and hugged her. Annette hugged him back.

"Hi." When she pulled away, she couldn't help but notice that all eyes  were on them standing in the foyer. Alex, the "Vin Diesel" look alike,  must have gone back outside because he had disappeared.

Jordan led her over to the couch where a group of eager eyes were  awaiting the introduction that was to follow. "Everybody, this is  Annette. Annette, you already know my brother, Troy, and his friend  Mike. This is David, he works at the dealership with me. This is Tara  and she rides with Mike." Jordan gestured to each of them one by one.

"Hi," Annette said, sweetly, waving her hand.

"Hey, baby doll. You were at the car shop a few weeks ago. Remember me?" Tara waved at her back, smiling.

"Yeah, I do." Tara was the one who offered Annette to share Mike when  she was acting a fool about Troy and has lack of customer service  skills.

"Hey, Fiesty. I heard you're going out with us today. You sure you got the guts for this?" Troy asked her.

"More than you know … ," she replied, hotly.

"It'll be fun, baby doll!" Tara said.

"C' mere," Jordan said, pulling her over to the ottoman where he had been sitting. "I want to show you something."

He lifted the laptop of the ottoman. He sat down in the chair and  gestured for her to sit down. Annette looked down at him like he was  crazy enough to think that she was going to squeeze her ass on a chair  that was meant for one person.         

     



 

"Ain't no more room on that chair."

He grinned. "On my lap, silly."

She hesitated a few more seconds before realizing that she had nothing  to lose anymore. When she sat down on his lap, he leaned over and  positioned the laptop in her lap. She looked as he clicked back and  forth on the laptop browsing the internet.

"We're taking a trip out to the Atlantic Beach Black Bikers Weekend and I  wanted to show you the hotel we're staying at. New five-star hotel was  just built two months ago."

When he opened up the web page she looked through the pictures at the  twelve-story hotel that housed a full bar, in-house gourmet restaurant,  two large swimming pools, hot tubs, Jacuzzis, saunas, and a steam room.  The description on the website boasted on how the hotel offered  elaborate five-star customer service and it was situated right on the  beach.

"That's beautiful."

"Yeah. We're going to have a good ass time on this trip. This is one  entire weekend that I don't have to worry about anything. No working, no  budgeting, nothing. I can just have a good time."

"Sounds like a great vacation to me," she said.

"There's only one thing that I'll be missing … " he said, looking into her eyes.

"What is that?"

"You."

She blushed and started to turn around to see if any others had heard  him. They were busy laughing and talking. Jordan reached up and pulled  her chin gently so that she was looking at him again.

"Me?"

"Yes. Go with me."

She wasn't surprised at his invitation.

"I-I can't … "

"Don't say you can't. ‘Cause you can. And you know that we agreed on no  strings attached. I can reserve an additional suite for you. If you need  an excuse, bring one of your girlfriends along. Don't they need a  vacation, too?"

"It's in two weeks, so I don't know if I'll have time to prepare."

"Come on … it's Memorial Day weekend. That's a holiday for almost  everyone. You don't have to prepare for anything. I'll pay for  everything. Whatever you want, just let me know."

She was excited, but something inside her wouldn't allow her to let go  and tell Jordan that she wanted to go with him anywhere he asked. She  was afraid that if she let Jordan in too much, then she would be afraid  to let go when it was time. She was afraid to let go of Anthony when the  inevitable was apparent and look what happened. Look what she  discovered. But, Jordan did say no strings attached. He hadn't broken  his word, thus far, so what else was she afraid of?

"Okay."

"Okay?" Jordan seemed surprised that she had agreed because his eyes widened.

She nodded.

"Good." He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey, Jordan! Didn't you just reserve all those rooms this morning for Atlantic Beach fest?" Troy interrupted them.

"No, not yet, why?" Jordan maneuvered me around on his lap so that we  were both facing the others. "I still have a few people to get  confirmations from."

"Add an extra one, cause David, here, said he's bringing old girl from last night."

"An extra one?" Jordan exclaimed. "I thought you was rooming with Nick and them other boys."

"Did you not hear what Troy just said, man? I'm bringing a girl. I ain't  rooming with them fools. Last time I roomed with them, they acted a  damn fool in that hotel, and all dem fine hoes from that night got up  and left."

"He just want to make love and shit," Troy said, laughing, as if something was funny about David making love to a girl.

"Man, shut up. Jordan, let me know how much it is to add an extra room  and I'll give you the change later on," David said, ignoring Troy.

"I got you, man," Jordan said.

"Jordan, let me tell you what this fool did … ," Troy started.

Despite David trying to beat him up over the head with the chair pillow, Troy managed to get away and continue to run his mouth.

"It was me, Mike, and him, right … we over at Mike's and a couple females  dropped by. We was cuttin' a fool, drunk and shit. I was wasted, man, so  I guess the shawty that I was talkin' with thought I was feeling her. I  wasn't ‘cuz she was dumb as hell … plus I had done ran up in another  bitch from across the street earlier that day." Troy stopped talking  long enough to take a sip of his bottled water.

"Man, are you gonna get over that shit?" David protested.

"Anyway, let me tell the thing, man," Troy continued. "So shawty left  and I took my ass to bed. Here this fool come knockin' on my door askin'  me if I had some rubbers I could spare ‘cuz he was out. I was drunk as  shit and didn't feel like getting up to go look … but, on the real, I  ain't had none ‘cuz I got up and looked thinking this fool was gon' be  mad at me because he ain't get no pussy. If he wanna fuck some, he  shoulda had a stash, right?"         

     



 

Annette could tell that Troy was the clown and storyteller of the bunch.  But his stories were long. She wasn't sure where this was going, but  Troy seemed amused.

"So, this nigga got mad and stormed off. I gets up to go get some water  because my throat is kinda dry, right. Thinking this fool mad, I go to  his door to tell him there might have been some rubbers in the extra  room that ole boy used to rent … next thing I know, I hear all this  moaning and groaning and shit. Headboard beating up against the goddamn  wall and shit. So, to make a long story short, this idiot had want some  pussy so bad from that ho, he ran up in that pussy raw! He had just met  that broad like thirty minutes ago. That nigga foul."