“Good, then you can meet me on the first floor about twelve o’clock, which is a half hour from now.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
“I’ll be waiting Sonya.”
It was now 12:00 o’clock, the busiest time in downtown Washington, D.C. As I stepped off the elevator anticipating my lunch date with Mr. Jovan, I maneuvered my way through the crowd of lawyers, District Attorneys, criminals awaiting trial and busy protesters who often frequent this building. I looked all around for a minute and I still couldn’t find him, until all of a sudden I heard that full smooth voice, followed by that familiar sensational cologne scent.
“Excuse me Miss Beautiful, are you looking for someone?” Jovan asked.
There he was standing behind me. I didn’t realize he was that close at first, and any other time, when someone crept up on me like that I would have been on some type of guard, but with him for some reason, I felt a sense of security.
“Oh, there you are, so what’s up?” I asked.
“Where should we go for lunch? Do you like seafood? I was thinking we could go down to Phillips Seafood Restaurant on the waterfront,” Jovan said.
“Yeah, I could go for some shrimp and a salad,” I said.
“Good then, are you driving?”
“Yes Jovan, I’m parked in the garage over on C Street.”
“Well, I’m parked about two blocks down from you.”
“We can take my car and I can bring you back to your car after we finish lunch,” I said.
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that, I’m not due back in court. The hearing is over with. How about we meet each other in front of the restaurant,” he said.
“Cool.” I said.
As I pulled my BMW out of the parking garage, I started to contemplate what I was doing. Should I go to lunch or just head on home as though I never met this man, I started thinking as I retraced every step from the moment we met in the court building. He seemed okay, very sexy, polite, he had good manners and was fine as hell, I would say the perfect gentleman, but when he told me he wasn’t due back in court and that the hearing was over, my antennas immediately shot straight up.
Now I grew up in Trinidad N.E., one of the most treacherous neighborhoods in D.C., and there ain’t too much you can get pass me. Most of the game niggas run on other bitches out here is so weak you can see right through it. I’ve done seen niggas talk a virgin into fucking on the first night, so whatever game a nigga’s shooting at me, is getting batted down off the break. So I did what most people in my position would do, I took a chance because for one, he could be some type of criminal, which I doubt, or he could have had some type of lawsuit hearing or he may be some kind of lawyer, who knows. I’ll never know until I go to lunch and find out more about this man Jovan Price.
As I pulled up in front of Phillips Seafood Restaurant, I could see that Jovan had gotten there first and was standing in the walkway of the restaurant waiting for me. There were four other cars parked at the restaurant, a black corvette, a blue MVP mini van, a 500SL white Mercedes Benz, and a gray two-door Acura Legend. Since Jovan had gotten here so fast, I guessed that the black Corvette was his or maybe the Mercedes. Most guys I know from D.C. wouldn’t be pushing a 500SL and wearing a Movado watch, they’d be rockin’ a Rolex.
When I got out of my car, Jovan was a complete gentleman, he opened my door, grabbed my hand and helped me out. He even added in a little humor.
“Ms. Sonya, so glad to see you. For a minute I thought you had a change of plans.” When he smiled, I just looked up at him and imagined kissing him on those pretty full lips.
“No Jovan, I didn’t have a change of plans, I guess your car is just a lot faster than mine,” I said, giving him the opportunity to tell me which one of those lovely cars was his, but he just smiled and positioned me in the direction of the restaurant.
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