The Boss’s Proposal(26)

“Hey, check out that slender chick. I bet she’s got a lot of…” She let out a manly snort.

“Stamina in bed. Those lips of hers got a lot of…potential. Catch my drift?” Ava got up and mimed an elbow jab to the ribs of an imaginary man next to her. Aisha would not speak, though. She just smiled, without opening her eyes.

“And do you see the ass on her? I’m telling you, man, you need to take that baby for a long, hard ride. You just have to treat that ass right.” The kissing sounds Ava was making woke up Aisha. She looked up, to her left, only to find her friend holding two imaginary buttocks four inches across her face, stroking them every few seconds, French kissing and licking them from side to side. She burst into laughter; the show her friend had put on was way too funny to ignore.

“Damn it, girl, how the hell do you do it?” Aisha chuckled.

Finally done with her show, Ava put her right hand on Aisha’s shoulder. With a soft voice, she urged her friend:

“Don’t worry about him, darling. You can get any guy you want.”

Then, Aisha abruptly got up and lay back on her chair.

“You don’t mind if I spend the night here, do you? I can’t go back to my place. I don’t wanna be alone…”

A broad smile was painted on Ava’s face.

“You can, on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

Ava grabbed Aisha’s thigh with her left hand. Then, she resumed her earlier, hoarse voice.

“I get to lick your sweet pussy…”

At that point, Aisha laughed so hard that she collapsed onto her friend. Ava loved it and took her in her arms, giggling along.

“I wish I had someone with her sense of understanding… Damn you, Sam. Did you have to act like a complete moron?

Three weeks after her ordeal, Aisha had not stopped thinking about Sam. Despite her best efforts to let him go, she could not take her mind off of him. The way he had saved her from her attacker, his words, his deep voice, and his stunning looks… However, he was the one responsible for ruining her first impression and she could not forgive him just yet.

Sam even sent her flowers, twice. Fifty white lilies at her workplace, “Jimmy’s” bar and fifty red roses to her home address. But Aisha ignored him, like she would do to anyone who would not take no for an answer. As a strict judge of character, she did not believe in second chances.

“Jimmy’s” was a small bar on Agoura Road, less than ten minutes away from Aisha’s apartment. It featured a few cherry tables, (each with a small, silver candlestick in the middle) overlooking the road, a huge, oak arch door, hardwood floors and spotlights over the counter, which was lined with diamonds on the bottom. A few stool, neatly placed three feet away from each other, a body size Jimi Hendrix poster right by the entrance, thirty feet across the counter. Jimmy, a 5’10”, thin, graying 62-year old man, had always liked Aisha and took her under his wing when her parents passed. On Wednesday night, July 26th Aisha and Ava were gossiping, as they often did on somewhat slow nights. In fact, the only two people in the bar that night, was a couple, sat at the table in the far west corner. In a red and white, flower pattern, sleeveless, chiffon mini dress and pink, three-inch high heels, Ava still wondered why Aisha had rejected Sam. Aisha herself wore a green t-shirt, with a bar logo on the back, blue jeans and two-inch high heels.

On a stool, less than two feet to the left of Aisha and with a full, cocktail glass in her right hand, Ava was determined to motivate her stubborn friend, who was wiping glasses in the far left corner of the counter.

“Aisha, you’re being too hard on the guy. Give him a break, for God’s sake.”

Not taking her eyes off the glass in her hands, Aisha kept stating her opinion.

“Not a chance in hell, Ava. I’m not one of his bimbos. He can have a thousand of them, for all I care.”

“You’re being too harsh. Give him a chance, come on!”

Aisha did not appreciate her friend’s high pitched, reprimanding tone. Suddenly, she banged the tall glass she was wiping on the counter and glared at Ava.

“Whose side are you on?”

Sensing her friend’s anger, Ava lowered her tone, mellowed her voice and leaned towards her.

“I’m on your side, sweetheart. Really, what do you got to lose? What’s the worst-case scenario?”

Aisha took a cleansing breath, before she gave Ava her answer.

“He’s gonna break my heart. I don’t need any more heartache. I’ve had enough of it, in case you forgot…”

“No, I didn’t forget. But, you should give him a chance, Aisha. After all, you like him… Don’t you?”