Chocolate Girls with Golden Hair (11 page)

"Well, someone told you
wrong."

"Besides, I'm everyone's type," Bianca
said calmly. "And for the record, your opinion of me means
absolutely nothing."

Camina rolled her eyes at Bianca,
grabbed her purse, threw a twenty-dollar bill on the table and
headed for the door;

Bianca's mission was
accomplished.

She said what she wanted to say and
planted the seed of worry in Camina's brain. But Bianca was not
done just yet.

There was more to come. Much, much
more.

En route to her appointment with Dr.
Kern, Bianca felt the time had come when she no longer needed to
meet with him. But she wasn't sure just how to convey that message
to him without sounding pompous or ungrateful.

She sat on the sofa in his office,
absorbing the silence as she so often did. She no longer felt the
need to lie back on his sofa as she had successfully graduated past
that stage. She was feeling much better, and her life was changing,
hopefully for the better.

Dr. Kern was famous for allowing her to
start the sessions, something she reluctantly grew accustomed to.
Though she didn't expect him to make reference to her new look, she
hoped that he would.

In order for Dr. Kern to take her
seriously and actually believe that she no longer needed his help,
she would have to clear up this business with her sister. If he
thought that she was really having conversations with her dead
sister, he would want her to continue with him indefinitely. Not
that he could force her to do anything she didn't want to do, still
she wanted to leave on the best of terms and with his
approval.

Before Bianca could share with him how
well she had been doing, Dr. Kern surprised her by speaking first.
"You're looking well. I take it things are going pretty good for
you."

"Wonderful, couldn't be
better."

"Any more visits from your
sister?"

Bianca smiled, then laughed, glad that
he mentioned her sister.

"Did I say something funny?" he
asked.

She crossed her legs. "I made up that
story about my sister."

"Did you now?"

"Of course. How could she visit me when
she's in her grave?"

"So there was no image of her in the
mirror?"

"Of course not."

"Are you sure you're not making this
up?"

Bianca didn't answer his question right
away. Instead, she uncrossed her legs. "I have been feeling a lot
better, and I'm wondering if I need to continue my visits with
you."

"When did you come up with this
idea?"

"Just recently."

"Do you really think that's a good
idea?"

"Yes, I do."

"You know Bianca, there are still a lot
of other topics for us to discuss."

"Like what?"

"Well. A couple of weeks ago, you
mentioned that your life lacked excitement and that you missed
dating, even alluded to sex."

Bianca couldn't believe her ears. Did
he not really want her to end their sessions because he would miss
her, or did he just think she was a troubled case in need of
extensive therapy?

It really didn't matter because she
knew what she wanted, and she knew what she needed. And she didn't
need to continue her sessions with him any longer. Not sure how to
answer his question, she paused for thought, then said, "Yes, I did
mention wanting excitement and wanting to date and that is
certainly something I'm looking forward to."

"Are there any prospects?" he
asked.

"Not really."

If she didn't know better, she might
think Dr. Kern harbored special feelings for her.

"Well, Bianca, ultimately, you will
make the decision as to whether to continue with me or not. I just
want you to think about it before you make a final decision. Will
you do that? Will you think about it?"

"Yes, Dr. Kern, I will give it some
serious thought.

She agreed to think about it only to
appease him even though the final decision was made, and she
anticipated her next session would be her last.

Chapter 8

FOR A BELATED BIRTHDAY DINNER, Lee
treated Bianca to a fabulous meal at Houston's Restaurant. As they
strolled down Rush Street in the crisp wind, towards his Jeep, Lee
seemed eager to speak. "So, this is the big change you were talking
about? I like it, but you don't look like yourself."

"Well, who do I look like?" she asked
him.

"You look like those two women you work
with."

"Yeah, we do look alike."

"But there's something else. You're
different. It's like you don't care as much."

"Care about what?"

"I don't know. People."

"Thank God for that."

"So, what happened?"

"I don't know." Bianca paused. "I guess
I just got tired of the person I was, so bored with everything,
saying the right things, being so nice to everyone."

"Being nice is a good
thing."

"For whom? Not for me."

"Why? Why do you want to be so
different?" Lee asked. "What's wrong with the old
Bianca?"

"I think of myself now as
BeeBee."

"BeeBee?"

"Yeah, BeeBee."

"So, it's BeeBee now?"

"Yeah. I kind of like it. It has a nice
naughty feel to it," she said as she twirled her hair around her
finger.

Lee shook his head in disbelief. "Did
you talk to your doctor about this? What does he think about this
major change of yours?"

Bianca stuffed her hands into her
pockets. "Who cares what he thinks? He's not my keeper, and besides
I'm not planning to see him much longer anyway."

"Just like that you're
quitting?"

"That was Bianca in therapy, sitting on
his sofa, boo-hooing, complaining about her life, depressed. I'm
BeeBee now, and BeeBee doesn't need him."

"And what is it with this BeeBee stuff?
What's that all about?"

"I happen to like the sound of
it."

"So that's what I have to call you even
if I don't want to?"

"Not if you don't want to, but that is
how I refer to myself."

"I don't know, Bianca. I think you're
getting carried away with all of this."

"Are you kidding me? I just got
started."

Bianca knew that the people around her
might have a problem with her new persona, but that was not her
problem.

Lee was silent a moment, then. "What's
next? What's going to be next?"

"Now the real fun begins."

As they came upon Excalibur nightclub,
Bianca rocked her head to the beat of the music which trailed from
inside.

Lee stopped abruptly. "Is the old
Bianca ever going to come back?"

"Not if I can help it." Bianca paused.
"Let's stop in here for a drink."

Lee shook his head. "It's not my kind
of crowd."

"Well, it's definitely
mine."

"No, it's not," he said to
her.

"It is now." She eagerly approached the
men working the door of Excalibur, then turned around and said
goodbye to Lee right before she disappeared inside. So much she
hoped to run into Mr. Rod Bigg, the guy she met days ago who left
an impression on her that she would never forget. Ever since that
night when he disgusted her with no shame, she knew that she would
have to see him again, if only once more.

Hundreds of people crowded the dark
nightclub as the music blasted. Bianca unbuttoned her coat as she
strutted towards the bar, wearing the I-can-get-anyone-I-want
attitude. Feeling extremely empowered, she made eye contact with
every man in her path. Looks were always welcome.

At the bar, before she ordered her
first drink, a handsome gentleman approached her. Before he said a
word to her, Bianca caught a glimpse of Rod on the other side of
the club, and immediately made a beeline in his
direction.

How could she ever forget Rod
Bigg?

Tonight would prove to be his lucky
night. She would have the pleasure of teaching him a thing or two
about respect. And she was the only person qualified for the
daunting task. It was a lesson he would remember for many days to
come.

Rod stood against the wall, wearing a
faded blue-jean shirt and a navy blue tie. He held a beer in his
hand and his eyes were bloodshot.

Bianca approached him, standing in
front of him as if she were his mirror. She smiled, but she didn't
say a word. He seemed to recognize her immediately.

"Bianca, right?"

"BeeBee," she said, correcting him,
even though Bianca was the name she had given him
before.

"Right."

"And you are Mr. Bigg."

"The one and only." He gulped down his
beer. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, but you can dance with
me."

She gently grasped his hand and led him
to the packed dance floor as she was in complete control. She had
thought about this moment, having visualized the whole evening
ahead, and it would begin with a not-so-innocent dance. After two
minutes, Bianca altered his movement by casually grabbing his
buttocks. She pulled him close to her so that they danced slower
than the music. Rod was definitely playing along as she knew that
he would. He placed his hands over her hips, then snaked his hands
up her back, then around to the front of her dress.

When their eyes locked in to each
other, Bianca smiled and swallowed hard. Gently, Bianca maneuvered
his hand across her chest. She stared at him and brushed her face
up against his, and their lips almost touched. Just as Rod tried to
kiss her, she turned away. She could smell the wet liquor on his
breath as she listened to his accelerated breathing against her
ear.

Soon they weren't dancing at all as
they stood clinched together like two statues. He moved his hand up
her waist and caressed her breast from the outside of her dress,
and she didn't mind. She allowed him to have his way. For now
anyway. She pretended not to be affected by his actions, but she
was. The more he touched her, the more she wanted to spit in his
face. But she was patient as his time would surely come.

Again Rod tried to kiss her, and again
she turned away. She enjoyed teasing him as much as he probably
liked being teased. Seemingly, as he became more and more turned
on, Bianca moved her hand towards the center of his pants and found
his manhood rigid and wide awake.

Abruptly, he clutched Bianca's hand and
hauled her off the dance floor, towards a dark corner. He pressed
her up against the wall, his hands on her face, their bodies almost
molded together. He tried to force his tongue between her lips, but
Bianca turned her head and resisted him, over and over.

She placed her finger over his lips and
stared at him. "So, Mr. Bigg, is that name pretty
accurate?"

"You want to find out?"

Bianca smiled, paused for a second,
then yanked on his tie. "Yes. I want to find out."

As he licked his tongue across her
bottom lip, she consumed the lustful fire in his eyes.

"Not yet," she uttered. She was in
control, and he couldn't have his way unless she said
so.

With no warning, she grabbed the back
of his head and kissed him to no end. Rough and hard. His tongue
made its way between her lips and she savored the taste, again and
again. She wanted him to know with no doubt that he wonderfully
excited her, and that she wanted him.

Deep breaths escaped from her mouth and
abruptly she stopped and pulled away. As she wiped her lipstick
from his lips, she very gently nudged his crotch with her knee and
said, "Say something dirty."

He didn't hesitate as if awaiting the
chance to speak his mind. "I want to fuck you."

He so predictably proved once again how
little respect he held for women.

"Let's get out of here," Rod said, as
he grabbed her ass.

"Where's out of here?"

Instead of answering her question, he
led her through the crowd, and, at that moment, he was exactly
where she wanted him─in her complete power, and he didn't even know
it.

On the corner of Dearborn and Ontario,
Rod and Bianca waited for a taxi. Wrapped snugly in each other's
arms, there was no mistaking them as anything other than a serious
romantic pair. Milking the moment for everything it was worth,
Bianca pretended to possess a true interest in the jerk that stood
next to her.

Inside the taxi, Rod rested his hand on
Bianca's knee, and she wondered if she foolishly made a mistake.
After all, she didn't know this man. He could be a psychopath for
all she knew. In her attempt to teach him a lesson, she could be
the one who learned a lesson.