After working all night and the extra-curricular activities with Erika and Jack, I was beat. I went straight home and slept all day. I was still dreaming of Erika when I heard Dade's keys jingling in the lock.
My eyes shot open. What was I going to tell him? Suddenly, I was rushing to conjure up some halfway believable story.
The door opened. Noticing I was still in bed, he crept through the apartment and into the bedroom.
"Hey, hon." He said sweetly as he appeared in the door.
"Hey," I breathed.
He entered the room and crawled into bed beside me. "So, how was your night at work?"
After all the planning, I simply began to cry.
"Honey what's wrong?"
"Last night," I began, "Erika stopped by work and Jack was with her."
"Honey, stop crying. I know."
"What?" I questioned.
"Erika stopped by my office on my lunch break."
I froze. "She did?"
"Yes, and she explained the whole situation."
"And you're not upset?" I asked confused.
"Well, at first I was. Then, Erika assured me it was okay. Then she...uh...well...she kinda gave me head, and I fucked her on my desk."
"What?" I managed.
"Well, I was upset, and she fixed the problem. So, I'm cool with it now."
I was stunned. Not really in a bad way, just stunned. She knew he would be upset and that I wouldn't be able to tell him, so she did it. Her tact and charm had won him over, too.
"Don't be mad at me," he finally blurted after a few minutes of silence.
"I'm not," I responded. "I'm just stunned. She's so tactful. God, I love her."
He laughed, and then kissed me. "I'm going to go hop in the shower," he announced, disappearing down the hall.
"Oh," he yelled from the bathroom, "you should get up and get a shower, too. I'm going out with the guys tonight, and Erika's coming over to take you out to dinner."
I sat straight up in bed. "What?" I yelled.
"She said she wanted to go out, just you and her. She'll be here in an hour and a half. She said wear something nice."
After an hour and a half of finding the perfect dress, putting on makeup (which I never do, so it took nearly an hour), and sweating from extreme nervousness, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and marveled at the sight in front of me. Her long curly black hair was pulled back in a gorgeous French twist. She was wearing a black, beautifully tailored pinstriped suit with a v-necked white top. Underneath the slightly flared dress pants, she sported a pair of stiletto-heeled boots that made her legs go on forever. I was struck breathless by her look. Normally, Erika dressed gorgeously, but more like a teenager than the sexy, grown-up woman standing in front of me.
"So, are you ready to go?" She finally asked.
"Oh, yes. You look absolutely amazing. I feel so underdressed now. I didn't know what to wear so I just..." I was rambling.
She leaned forward and kissed me. "You look gorgeous. And you're wearing makeup. It looks—you look great. Ready to go? I've got a special night planned for us."
"Yes, I'm ready. Let me just tell Dade I'm going."
She smiled, "Tell him I said hey."
I shot a grin back at her, sped down the hall, gave him a quick kiss, and followed Erika out the door. She opened the passenger door to her car for me.
"Well, thank you so much," I said, as I stepped in the car.
She made small talk on the trip—nothing about Dade or Jack—just normal small talk. I asked where we were going, but she simply replied with a smile.
After a short drive, we pulled in front of Brass, a well known jazz club in town. She handed the keys to the valet and grabbed my hand, leading me inside.
"Reservations for Erika Sanders," she stated as we approached the hostess.
"Yes, Ms. Sanders. Just this way."
We followed the extremely tall blonde hostess to a booth in the corner of the softly-light, extremely packed room. I slid into the booth first, Erika followed.
Dinner was great. She held my hand and kissed me throughout dinner. We got a few stares (I think it was mostly because she looked so amazing). She simply smiled, basking in the attention.
After a few drinks, she said it was time to go. We walked out the small building, and she pulled me across the street. The doorman held the door as we entered the huge hotel. I was a bit confused, but followed still. Approaching the counter, Erika was quickly greeted.
"Well hello, gorgeous."
The woman behind the counter was a short, mixed woman with long black hair.
"Annie, this is my friend Sarah."
"Hello, Sarah," I replied.
"Your room is ready, Ms. Sanders. Everything is just as you asked, and you know if you need anything to give me a call." She winked, handing Erika a key card.
"I owe you. Goodnight Sarah. Can we get an 8 a.m. wake-up call?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'll personally take care of that."