May
Inaya
only had to work a half-day, so she dropped the townhouse keys and a copy of
the notarized lease off to her new tenant. Then she decided to treat her husband
to lunch. Instead of going out, she bought some of Chandler’s favorite takeout
food and took it to his office since he had to work a double shift today. Their
fellowship was just as easygoing as ever over beef and broccoli, shrimp fried
rice, chicken wings, and egg rolls.
“Why did you decide to do a morning
show when your voice is clearly captivating enough for one of those midnight
love spots?” Inaya asked after finishing off one egg roll.
She already knew that Chandler had
chosen radio over a basketball career. It was what he loved more. Plus he
injured his knee one time too many to go pro.
“One second,” Chandler replied,
holding up a finger as he rapidly chewed the big helping of food in his mouth.
Inaya chuckled. “You and that Paul
Bunyan appetite.” As she waited for his answer, she reached into her purse for
the small bottle of hot sauce that she usually carried around with her. She
sprinkled some on her main entree. “Here, put a little of this on your beef.”
She passed the bottle to him.
She smiled when Chandler readily
complied, liberally sprinkling the red liquid upon his food. She loved the
fearless way he lived his life. Besides, a little hot sauce was nothing to a
man that had tried everything from bungee jumping to golf and most things in
between.
“I actually used to do a night spot
while attending college,” Chandler replied when his mouth was free again. “It
was very successful, too. I got a lot of feedback from people telling me how
the music I played put them in the mood for some baby-making activities.” He
grinned, stirring his food around in the container to distribute the sauce more
evenly.
Inaya snickered. “I bet it did.”
“Yep!” He chuckled. “Anyway, when I
received my communications degree, I decided that my voice would be better
served in the mornings when people were more alert and could really listen to
relevant issues in our society. Just this morning our guest genealogy expert
reunited five brothers and sisters, two fathers with their children, and one
mother with her son. I can’t tell you how rewarding it’s been to be a part of
those reunions. I can’t wait to see what blessings this evening’s second
session will entail.”
“Keep up the great work, baby. I’m
very proud of you,” Inaya said, loving him a little bit more for having the
courage to follow his dream and help so many people in the process.
“Thanks.” Chandler smiled. Then he
opened his mouth and piled in another hearty forkful of his entree. “Ooo…that’s
hot.” He paused to chew some more. “And so good.”
Inaya moaned. What wasn’t this man passionate about?
Chandler’s left brow when up at that
sound. “You all right over there?” he said after swallowing.
“No, but I will be after a sip of this
tea.” She cleared her throat and took a long sip from the green plastic cup on
her left.
“You sure about that?” He gave her a
knowing look. “Because if you need more than tea, I can certainly accommodate
you.” He licked his lips as he gave her snake print brown leather tank top and
matching sexy side split skirt a thorough onceover. “In fact, I’d be thrilled to accommodate you right here
and now.”
“Here?” Inaya looked around nervously.
“Now?” she whispered.
“Yes.” Chandler stood to his feet.
“There is a lock on the door just waiting to be used.” He walked to the door as
he spoke.
Inaya’s pulse began to race. Desire
pooled in her nether regions. Excitement quickly overrode any nervousness.
That’s when she knew that she would once again be moving out of yet another
comfort zone.
© 2014 by Suprina Frazier
Photo Credit:
http://vgprojects.weebly.com/tall-tales.html
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