He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
Going down low, my movements practiced and elegant. I loved dancing.
My phone rang on the table. I answered it, but I don't recognize the number.
"Adela Conway" I announced over the music.
"Are you alone?"
Darryl's voice hits me like a sledge hammer, straight to my heart and gut. Oh shit. I stood still.
"Yes, but..." a sweat breaking out on my brow.
Why the fuck didn't I lie? What if he comes over? Draining my glass. Visions of me naked before him assaulted my mind again
Why didn't his name come up on my phone?
"I am coming over."
"No" I croaked looking out the window.
I should get out of here. I can't be alone with him. In a panic I hang up, pouring myself another glass of wine. Hoping to wash away the lump in my throat.
It rings again immediately and I slid it off the counter, dismantling my phone. Battery one way. Phone the other.
Okay, now he couldn't reach me. Nobody can.
I yanked out one of the teak wood bar stool roughly taking a seat. After Adrian, I had learned to read guys.
Which is why, I know that Darryl is bad for me. He and his sixty day proposal. I jumped, falling off the stool as he hammers on my door.