Silken Embrace
“Wow. No wonder you’re not interested in a relationship. You don’t have time for one.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, guess what?”
“What?”
“You need to make some time for yours truly. I need to finish what I started in San Francisco.”
“Which was?”
“Satisfying you.”
“Oh, trust me, you did that.”
“Baby, that was just the appetizer. I want the whole meal.”
“Well, unless you’re up for a midnight rendezvous in a hotel near the hospital, your dining will to have to wait.”
“Until when?”
“Um...next Sunday?”
“All right.”
“All right, fine. I’ve got to run and wake the kid but I’ll call you toward the end of the week, make sure we’re still on.”
“See you soon.”
Aliyah got Kyle dressed and took him out for his favorite pancake breakfast. While they ate, however, it was Terrell’s appetite that was on her mind. He was successful, an expert lover and could charm the panties off most women. She’d love to pursue something with him. But the timing was all wrong. She was at the beginning of at least two and a half years of intense residency training. At the most, she’d have time for a little tune-up every once and again, but real dates? Like the one they’d just had? Unlikely. Something told her Terrell wouldn’t be happy with that. To her, he seemed like a man who wanted lots of attention. And lots of sex.
At least they had one thing in common.
Chapter 7
Terrell leaned against the doorjamb, watching his friend since high school, Luther, playfully interacting with a group of five-and six-year-old boys. They used to wreak havoc in the clubs, engaging ladies who wanted to be with them and angering men who wanted to be them. Since getting married and having children, Luther had gone from tough guy to teddy bear. Terrell was proud of his friends and business partners who’d stepped up to the plate and agreed to be mentors and role models for the young men who came to the center, many of whose fathers were absent, deployed or incarcerated. Luther was the perfect one to handle the little ones. Terrell mentored the teens.
All except one young boy, whom he looked for now. Kyle was seated on a mat, surrounded by Legos, using his imagination to create something grand.
Terrell stepped into the room and after a brief chat with Luther walked over to where Kyle was playing and kneeled down.
“Hey, little man.”
“I’m not little.” This said while remaining focused on the task at hand. “I’m big.”
“Oh, all right. Excuse my error.” In this moment, Terrell realized just how infrequent he interacted with people under the age of ten and, thinking of his nieces and nephews, over the age of two. Terrell found himself in the rare position of being at a loss for words. But he’d told Aliyah that he’d take special interest in, and mentor, her son. He was a man of his word. So he placed down the deck of math flash cards he’d used earlier with the teens, sat beside Kyle and picked up a bright red block.
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