by Will Brown
“I tell you what we can do. Let’s go for a ride in my new toy. Once again you get to be the first. He then grabbed her by the hand, again leading her back to the plane and stepping inside.
Within minutes they were leaving the runway. The view was unbelievable as they flew up the northern shoreline.
“Do me a favor, right behind you is a compartment where I store a few bottles of wine. Why don’t you get one and open it..” he said while continuing to read his instrument panel.
“Will you be having any?” Desiree asked.
“I don’t think so. I have to fly this thing, remember? We don’t need any mistakes that I can’t make on the ground.”
“You’re right about that,” Desiree agreed. “I have too many people depending on me for a paycheck and furthermore, I want more than a ten minute fuck, although it was good.”
All Q could do was look at her and shake his head as she opened the bottle and poured wine into a glass. After taking a sip, she looked at the breathtaking view out of the window and at Q.
“Tell me something, how would you feel if T-Bird and Darnell really became lovers? Would you be comfortable with that?” It took a few seconds before he considered answering her. “I don’t know, I really don’t know.”
“Would it be any different if it were you and me? You know, she’s just as concerned about you and I, as you and the guys are, about her and Darnell. Just like y’all don’t want anything to happen to her, you don’t think she doesn’t feel the same way about me? And to tell you the truth, she’s very uncomfortable at the moment. That’s how much we both mean to her,” Desiree said while taking another drink from her glass.
“I realize that and I’m trying to be as understanding as possible. I appreciate the fact that you’ve given me something to think about,” Q responded.
“So tell me, can I trust you with a secret?”
He pondered her question and couldn’t imagine what it could be that she would consider revealing to him.
She asked again, “Q, I mean really, can I trust you with this secret?”
“Sure, baby, what is it?”
“I can sing just as well as T-Bird.”
Q looked at her in disbelief. “I think you better watch how many glasses of wine you’re drinking. Am I really supposed to believe that?" Q asked. “T-Bird has one of the best voices in the industry right now. All right, go ahead. I’m waiting. Let’s hear you sing something.”
“What would you like to hear?”
` Q took a minute to think about it, before answering. Abruptly Desiree interrupted.
“I’m going to sing her new single. How about that? Q listened in amazement as she began to sing her cousins new release. He could not believe hearing what was coming out of Desiree’s mouth— some of the same riffs and in the same style as her own cousin.
“Have you heard enough, or do you want to hear more?” she asked.
Spellbound, he said, "Yes."
"Why do you want to keep all this secret?” Q asked.
“When T-Bird and I were growing up, my auntie and uncle would take us to perform in front of the whole family because we sounded so good together. There’s no way I’m going to steal her spot light. We’re just too close for that. Do you know what I mean baby?”
Q just sat in his seat trying to get his head together.
“So do I have your word or not?” she asked.
“Oh boy. Yes you do. I’ll keep your secret. I never thought I’d be experiencing something like this, but my word is my bond.” It gave him the opportunity to think back on the conversation he’d shared at the club with Trey and T-Bird on the subject of trust. He was never going to break his word. Now, Desiree was trusting him with something that could create a lot of controversy. She told him not singing was the reason she’d chosen to become a journalist, because writing came so naturally and finally it landed her in a great career.
“So how long have you been working for the magazine?” he asked.
“It’s been ten years now and now I’m the Chief Editor.”
Q was impressed and asked her more questions. “So what are your goals now? Are you satisfied with the salary you’re making?”
“Absolutely not. I want to start my own company. What’s the use of making somebody else rich? All I get is crumbs. Another way to look at it is, a salary only allows you to do a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I need more and want to control my own financial freedom in this business. I love my work. I believe in what I do and it makes me happy. Besides, I get to meet all kinds of people while picking their brains and write about it.”
He said, “I’m going to change our course and fly down south to the casinos. Are you down? I have a friend there.”
“Baby, as long as I’m with you, we can fly off the earth. I’m used to being in the casinos, back home in Louisiana, but I’ve never been to one here, so it will be a treat.”
As soon as they arrived, she exchanged $500 for chips and walked over to the craps table. “Have you ever played craps before?” she asked.
“No. I don’t see the need to give my money away like that,” he said. “It reminds me too much of Shaun and I know you know about his gambling habits. It’s more profitable for me to invest my money.”
“Well come over here. I want to show you what my father taught me when I was younger. He used to win all the time, bringing home $5,000-$8,000 a night.”
When they approached the table everyone was placing bets and excitement was growing. Sexier than ever in her dress, Desiree had all eyes on her. After laying her money down, she picked up the dice and threw them against the backboard while everyone watched. She had magic coming out of her hands from the very first roll. Q stood patiently watching next to her, admiring how well she knew how to play. She continued to win. Her game was so hot that everyone began to follow her lead. The crowd went wild the more she kept beating the house and they won off of her lead. When it was all said and done, she walked away from the table with $5,000 and left a $50 chip for the dealer, and in return, received another $800.00 in chips from the players who won off her rolls.
In an act of courage, Q decided to put his principles on a shelf and try his luck on the blackjack table, exchanging $300 and playing two hands at a time.
He wasn’t as sharp as Desiree at the crap table, only winning a few hands. Standing in back of him, she leaned down and kissed him on the back of his neck.
“Excuse me but do you need me to blow on those cards for you to win?”
Q laughed. When he broke even he walked away. One of the casino managers walked over. “How are you folks doing? Is this your first night in town?”
“Yeah, we just flew in to have some fun. You know, enjoy the place, have a few drinks.”
“Fantastic. I couldn’t help noticing how much ruckus was going on over at that craps table where you were. I’d like to offer you a free night in one of our suites if you’re willing to stay the night.”
Right away Q knew what the casino manager was trying to do. He was really trying to reel them in to going back to the craps table to get back some of the money Desiree had won. Willing to take advantage of the offer, Q accepted the room key. But he nor Desiree were going to play at another table, and left the game floor. They were not walking in the shadows of Shaun.
After walking toward the lobby, Desiree wanted to stop for another drink and listen to the entertainment from house band playing in the lounge. She pulled him on to floor. Out of all the men she could have been spending her time with, it was Q that had her attention.
She then wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. Desiree had at least three drinks and began to feel her body tremble again. She began to breathe heavily against his neck.
“You’re making me wet, again baby.”
Enjoying the moment, Q didn’t say a word. Helplessly she began to feel the effects of her drinks and laid her head on his chest as Q held her even tighter.
“Please let’s stop. I fe
el like I’m going to explode if I make another move. What are you trying to do to me?”
“What am I supposed to do with you looking so damn fine? Isn’t a man supposed to want to want to hold his woman?”
There was no way she could disagree as she tried to regain her composure. She then told him she was ready to leave. Q knew he was still holding the trump card because he had the envelope with the free room for a night inside.
“I'll tell you what we’re going to do. We’re going to use this voucher and enjoy the rest of this morning. Are you down or not?”
This time Desiree didn’t have an out because now there were no workers or anything to stop her from submitting to the only alternative left and that was to go to the suite and totally submit to Q. One more wild horse to tame.
“Wait a minute. I don’t have any clothes or toiletries. I only have my bag with my makeup and perfume in it. I’m going to need a few things to tidy up with and something to wear when we fly back.
“Okay let's go pick out what you need and that will settle it, deal?”
“Okay sugar, it’s a deal.”
After that Q didn’t say a word on the way to the room because when he got there it was going to be on until the sun came up. Entering the suite, everything was perfect, including a sunken living room with a dual fireplace, a dining room, two master bedrooms, with wet bars and Jacuzzis in each. The only thing to do was enjoy the room.
Desiree walked straight to the bedroom, turned on the light switch and began to take off her clothes. “Baby, can you give me a few minutes? I need to take a shower.”
Q laid on the bed eating items from the fruit tray, compliments of the hotel and opened the bottle of champagne that was included. Then he put on a complimentary robe and walked out onto the balcony. Standing there watching the waves rushing on to the beach, he smiled, convinced Desiree was his trophy for the night. Her Louisiana accent had won him over, the sexy way she said— baby all the time. Thinking about that alone, there was no way he was going wait for her to come out of the shower. He took off the robe and joined her, carrying the bottle of champagne. The moment he stepped in, Desiree got on her knees to give him head.
Q leaned back against the tiled wall. Desiree had skills as she jerked and sucked him so hard that he almost dropped the bottle as he began to cum in her face onto her breasts. For a minute he almost lost his balance, grabbing the glass door with his free hand, while moaning from the ecstasy of Desiree trying to suck the life out of him.
While getting up, she took the bottle out his hand to take another drink and pulled him towards her while guiding his head down onto her breast. Without hesitation, he engulfed her into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding her by her ass, Q spread the lips of her pussy with his other hand, allowing her juices to flow down into his wrist. With water still beading off their bodies. he reached for a towel to wrap her in and picked her up to take her back to the bedroom. She immediately began to spread her legs. Nothing had prepared either of them for the experience they were sharing as Q climbed on top of her. Two self-centered, selfish people used to being served or just having things their way, had just collided together in a heat of passion again. Now it was a matter of who was going to outdo the other, as Desiree reached for a piece of ice to put in her mouth before wrapping her legs around his back and kissing his neck allowing the ice to melt from the heat of his body.
The sensation of her manipulating the ice in her mouth and onto his neck sent chills through Q's body. He couldn’t resist her tongue licking and blowing into his ear, while she traveled down the seam of his back. He then turned her over to begin the same and finally sticking his tongue inside her pussy, watching her squirm while calling out his name. The more she yelled out, the more it turned him on, not wanting to stop. Nevertheless, he then maneuvered his way between her legs and again stuck his dick inside her pussy, fucking her until their bodies were drenched in sweat, sharing orgasm after orgasm until their limp bodies collapsed on top of one another.
As Q slept, Desiree got up with the sheet wrapped around her and sat out on the balcony, breathing in the salt filled air, still slightly incapacitated by the experienced she’d longed to have with Q. Slowing her body navigated back to the bed, as she crawled next to him.
Hours later, the sun erupted through the windows lighting the bedroom as Q slept. Desiree got up to go to the spa for a work out, although she’d ordered breakfast from room service before leaving the room. Upon returning, she patiently waited for him to wake up, as the smell of food filled the room.
He woke surprised.
“Good morning—baby. Would you like a La Mousse to perk you up?” Desiree asked, while reaching over to give him the glass before he could even answer. Attempting to gather his thoughts, his first instinct was to pick up his cell phone, to check on the operation and make sure everything was going okay, when Desiree took the phone out of his hand.
“Relax. Let’s take advantage of right now. I can guarantee you, when you get back to your office, you’ll have all the work you can handle. Isn’t that why you have an operations manager? Let him get paid for what he knows best. We had a great night and I want this morning to be even better.”
Q looked at Desiree in surprise as he laid back down in bed.
“You know something, you’re right. I think I better enjoy some breakfast.” But while lying there, he realized his friend at the casino had waited for them all night and Q hadn’t called. It was important for him to call and at least apologize and let him know that he would see him before they left.
“In that case, let me serve you. Taste these oatmeal and, let’s see, we have some fruit, waffles, and oh, coffee. So what would you like?” she asked
Q couldn’t help but savor the moment, as Desiree put a spoonful of oatmeal in his mouth. A few minutes later, she prepared the shower for him to get in. When she returned she lay on top of him. “Excuse me Mr. Anderson, it’s time to jump in the shower. It’s waiting on you okay?"
“Should I expect any more surprises?” Q said.
Desiree didn’t answer as she wrapped herself again in the sheet.
“Go on, get into the shower. I’ll be here waiting on you.”
The moment he stepped out she was waiting to dry him off and then gave him a massage. After two hours of lounging together, Desiree allowed her hair to fall to her shoulders, as they began to talk about T-Bird’s tour. More importantly, the anticipation of seeing each other when he arrived in Atlanta with her since he was flying her to most of the major cities. Finally, after getting dressed they left to meet his friend and introduce Desiree.
One last drink at the casino and it was back to the airport for the flight back to his office. They talked for almost thirty minutes about Q's business and the transition he was making leaving the casino. The friend drove them to the airport and as they got out of the car, called out, “Hey, don’t stay away so long.”
Q stopped in his tracks to turn around. His friend looking at him.
“Q you know you’re my man. I think you better keep this one around. She’s a good look,” he said, referring Desiree. He then walked over to her, extending his hand.
“Make sure you take care of this guy and I hope to see you again.” She shook his hand and climbed inside the plane.
As the first engine began to start Desiree looked out the window to give Q’s friend a wave goodbye. Suddenly the second engine powered up and they were ready for takeoff. Desiree closed her eyes as they reached a comfortable altitude. Once again, in amazement, they were on their way back up the coast. This would be the encounter she could share with Vita to put egg on her face; there were no weak links in his chain.
Meanwhile, Trey and JJ were trying to contact Q to find out if he had talked to Desiree about Darnell to see what he could find out about him, not realizing that they had just landed as they arrived at his office.
“Well, well, well. I see our timing was perfect,” JJ said as he and Trey walked over
to greet them and say hello to Desiree. Before anyone could even get comfortable, she sat in Q's chair behind his desk.
“Hello JJ, Trey. What a pleasant surprise. And where’s my cuz?”
“We don’t know. We were hoping you could tell us,” JJ said. “Maybe she’s at her office making sure everything is going well at the foundation. She really has her hands full down there. Did she tell you how well the foundation is doing?”
“Not in detail, but I know things are going better than she’d ever imagined. I’m really happy for her and anything I can do to help, I’ll be right there. That’s my cuz!”
Desiree immediately turned the conversation.
“Okay gentlemen, since we’re all here together, I have something I’d like to say. I had a nice long talk with Q. I understand you’re all concerned about Darnell? Let me assure you before Q does. T-Bird will be just fine. Okay— baby?”
“Now, if Darnell creates any drama for her, I’ll be the first one to take care of it. I hope y’all can have a sense of peace now. He’s a nice guy. Let them have some fun. T-Bird knows how to handle her business. Y’all need to step back and give her a little room. She ain’t no little girl. She’s a grown ass woman and that needs to be respected. Yeah, I know she’s y’all’s little sister and everything, however, let her work her life out. She needs time to find herself after divorcing Shaun. That’s all I have to say. After all, if she needs your help, she’ll let you know.”
All JJ and Trey could do was look at Desiree. She’d left them speechless.
“Baby I have to get back to the hotel and check in with everyone and set a time to leave for the ride back to Atlanta; can you take me?”
“Sure baby, no problem. Let me get my car.” Q answered.
"No, on second thought, why don’t you just get me one of your drivers to take me back, so you can talk to JJ and Trey. I’m sure there’s a lot they would like to discuss.”
“Okay, I can do that too if you’re really going to be okay with that.” He said.
As they waited for the driver, she took a moment to embrace him and thanked him for a great night.