June 29, 2007, I was back in New York City and it was a Friday night. The temperature was hot and humid, perfect for partygoers. I saw many of them as I drove my silver 2007 Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder up Manhattan. I was on my way to the Lea Lounge for a date with Carmen. She was an R&B singer that I had been dating for several weeks. Carmen was giving a free performance to promote her first self-titled studio album.
As I entered the place, I heard her nice soulful voice. She looked sexy with her golden complexioned. Her short top exposed her perfectly defined six-pack abs and I was surprised she got that ass in those tight jeans. Men in the lounge had their eyes on Carmen. I do not blame them because she was, as they say, a dyme piece!
When Carmen saw me standing by the bar, she was so surprised and very happy. She smiled to acknowledge my presence, and we made a lot of eye contact. Her songs were great and I felt like she sang them only to me. I took a few alluring glimpses of her toned tummy when she swayed in time with the music. She reminded me so much of the late Aaliyah. I kept on imagining us having wild sex at a romantic setting with her music playing softly.
After Carmen sang her final song, You Can't Deny It, she rushed towards me smiling. I knew every man in the place wondered what my relationship with her was.
"Hey, how are you doing, mister?" Carmen asked.
"I'm fine, sweetheart." I kissed her. "You were amazing up there."
"Thank you; I love the energy of a New York crowd," Carmen admitted.
"Yeah, the New York crowd is the toughest. If they love, you are going to make it! Come on, let's have a few drinks."