I had been kicking it with this gorgeous East Indian woman named Rosita. She was my girlfriend, Arlene's best friend. We would flirt and party at the hottest nightspots in Manhattan. We both liked each other, and enjoyed each other's company. The truth was we did not even regret it or worry too much about the consequences.
One evening, on April 28, 2007, I was in my penthouse waiting for Rosita. I was very excited to be kickin' it with Rosita again. She showed up at my apartment looking sensational as ever. Rosita wore a sheer sari and a tikka, a traditional Indian hair accessory, which complemented her diamond earrings beautifully. I loved her tanned toned body and emerald eyes. Rosita was one of the hottest women I had ever laid eyes on.
"Are you ready?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes, let's go, baby girl!" I replied.
The weather was warm and gorgeous. We raced down the streets of Manhattan in my yellow Corvette C6. I was so excited to be kicking it with Rosita that I had a serious hard-on just thinking about what we were going to do before the night's end. She looked over at me smiling, and kissed the side of my face. Rosita seemed to be more thrilled than I was.
We went to a nice lounge in Tribeca. As we walked to the back, we obviously enjoyed all the attention we received. I felt like I was one of the biggest hip-hop stars in the place. We took seats at a table, ordered some drinks and began talking.
"I like this place," Rosita expressed. "It's not too crowded and the crowd is not too wild and crazy."
"Yeah," I agreed. "That's why I really stop going to clubs. I prefer to go to a spot where the mood is cool and mellow."
"How do you think Arlene is going to feel about us hanging out like this?" Rosita asked.
I took a deep breath and said, "Well, I really don't know. It probably will not be good. I know that we have so much chemistry, which is strange. It feels like we should be the ones dating."
"I feel that way too." Rosita sighed.