Unexpected Excerpt



Just as I had given up hope that there would be any good music to help me get through the evening, Curtis’s Mayfield’s “Give Me Your Love” started flowing from the speakers. The smooth intro had me swaying and breaking into a smile.
Good music. Real music, at last.
I closed my eyes for a moment, tuning out the glittery atmosphere, and allowed the mellow jam to take over and wash away the past musical garbage that’d been playing. When I opened my eyes it was only to find a pair of dark ones staring into mine from across the room.
Damn, how had I missed him?
He sat near the back of the room on a high back stool; where he found it would remain a mystery. One foot was bent sitting on the footrest, the other on the floor like he wanted to bounce in any moment, but his relaxed stance said otherwise. He seemed out of place, like a Titan, in a room full of human males.
Tall, dark and handsome. Virile. Broad shouldered and long legs. My gaze drifted to his thighs that looked strong as in kept in time with the beat of the music. He was enjoying the good music too. I looked back up to his eyes and he smirked. He was also confident.
Something about him said powerful and not the type to need a mixer to help him meet a woman. I’m pretty sure he had them eating out of his hand so that made me curious. Why would he be here? A sudden movement to the left of him, told me why. And then I knew my assumption had been correct.
A tall slender, leggy, brown skinned woman leaned into him and those eyes that had been focused on me shifted with his conversation and he nodded a few times to her and then gave her a smile. They seemed familiar with each other. And I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the interruption and didn’t like that he had company with him.
This was a single’s event dammit!
It was irrational to be jealous of this woman who stole this fine man’s attention away from me, but his brief dark brown gaze warmed places that hadn’t been touched in years.
You hear me? Years.
Who was this chick?
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Stacy said over Curtis Mayfield. “Be right back.”
I barely heard her, but apparently my subconscious did because I mumbled something that resembled, okay. But I never took my eyes off of Mr. Amazing and Ms. Legs. I should call her Ms. Stilts because there was absolutely no shape to them.
When she walked away, his gaze caught mine again and I immediately felt our connection again. This time he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe I was still there. And then to my horror he unfolded himself from the stool and started to approach me. He had to move through a few different uncomfortable looking mixer discussions to get to me, seemingly unrushed, but once he and his wonderful smelling cologne arrived, I was all nerves.
I had to tilt my head back; he was that tall, maybe 6’3.
“Why are you here?”
The question was out of my mouth before I could take it back. He laughed and it was a deep rumble that made my toes curl instinctively.
“Why are you here?” he asked, throwing my question back at me.
“I was dragged here, kicking and screaming, trust me.”
He nodded like he could see me doing that. Interesting. Maybe I was giving off a snotty vibe to the whole room.
“You still didn’t answer my question. Why are you here? ”I inquired.
“I can’t come to mingle with other single people?
“You can but I didn’t see you mingling. You only talked to the one with the legs.”
Once again a nod like he was confirming something about me.
He moved in closer and once again his cologne reached out me. It was overpowering, not in strength, but in tone. It made me yearn to lean in closer to him, and nuzzle his strong neck to get a better whiff. But that would be rude, not to mention weird.
“The one with the legs is my sister. She invited me to come and because I try to do almost everything she asks of me since she recently won her battle with breast cancer, I agreed to come. She organized this thing. My other sister, Anita, is around here somewhere.”
I hoped he couldn’t see the foot that was now inserted in my mouth. Scrambling for a follow up, I said with all the sincerity I felt, “She sounds like an amazing woman to be thinking of others when she’s been through so much. And you’re an amazing brother for supporting her by coming. You don’t look like you need the help of a mixer.”
He slid his hands into his pants pockets looking even more relaxed. One thick brow rose, “How do you know what I need?”
“I don’t; not really. Sorry for my presumptions.”
“Lighten up—what’s your name?”
“Nice name, Maya. My name is Roman Newsome.”
“Nice to meet you, Roman.”
“Very nice to meet you too, Maya.” He shifted him weight from one leg to another and then he leaned closer to me. “But like I was saying; you think too much. Anyone ever tell you that?”
I smiled. “Yes, but I have a brain. That’s what it’s there for. Thinking.”
“Yes, but you also have a heart. And it’s there for feeling. Use it and give your brain a chance to rest.”

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