Larceny (16 page)

Mark came into Michelle's office, saw me sitting there, and said, “Hey, Jovan, you'd better get your ass outta Michelle's office. She'll be back in a few minutes.”

“That's all right. I'm 'bout to leave anyway.”

“You going home?”

“Naw, I'm gonna take this nice female I met yesterday out to lunch.”

“Oh, you met a new bun,” Mark said jokingly.

“Bun? Mark, you're silly. Yeah, man, I met this girl yesterday and it already seems like I've known her for years.”

“Damn, that's the sign.”

“The sign?”

“The sign of love.”

“Man, ain't nobody say nothin' 'bout love.”

“No, Jovan, that's just how it was when I met my wife.”

“Yeah, which one?” I said with a sarcastic grin.

“You know, you can be a pain in the ass sometimes,” Mark said, grinning at my comment.

“Go 'head, Mark.” We both laughed. “Look, I'll see you tomorrow. Tell me how it goes with those briefs.”

“Okay. Oh, hey, Jovan.”

“Yeah, Mark?”

“You taking that girl out in your van?” Mark asked.

“What else I'ma drive?” I said.

“Here. Take my car. Just bring it back unscratched,” Mark said, throwing me the keys to his brand new BMW. I had one before, back in '91, but this one was a new joint, fresh off the lot.

I went into my truck and got a few things and headed for the nearest deli. When I got to the deli, I bought a turkey and cheese sandwich on rye, a tuna fish on wheat, some potato chips, a freshly made fruit salad, two Evian waters, and a freshly squeezed grapefruit juice.

I pulled up in front of Sonya's job, looked in the mirror to make sure my appearance was cool, and got out of my car—well, Mark's car—and headed inside to the front desk. There was a chubby young woman at the desk. She was cute, but she was too much on the heavy side.

“Excuse me. May I help?” she asked me.

“Yes, I'm looking for a Sonya Duncan,” I said.

“Hold on a second.”

When she got on the phone to page Sonya, I got the feeling they must have known each other, because I was ear hustling and I heard the girl say, “Sonya, girl, it's this fine-ass man down here asking for you. Yeah, girl, he looks too good in his cream outfit and jazzy shoes. Okay, I'll tell him you'll be right down.”

She hung up the phone, turned to me, and said, “Excuse me, sir. She'll be right down.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Anytime,” she said while she looked me up and down with a devilish grin as if to say, “You can fuck me too.”

When Sonya came downstairs, there was another woman with her. She looked like she was whispering in Sonya's ear.

“Hey, Jovan,” Sonya said.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“This here is my coworker and friend, Germain.”

“How you doing, Germain?” I said to her friend.

“Hello, Jovan. I've heard a lot about you,” Germain said, smiling.

“Oh yeah?”

From what Germain just said, it made me wonder what Sonya was saying about me. Shit, after all, I had just met her only two days ago.

“All right, Germain, you've met Jovan. Time to go now. Bye,” Sonya said, grabbing my hand to leave.

“God, Sonya, you ain't even let me say nothin',” Germain said, looking mad.

“You said enough. Bye. We gotta go. See you later.”

“Okay, Germain. Have a good day,” I said to her.

“I will if you keep her with you and don't bring her back,” Germain said, laughing.

“I just might do that,” I said as I looked at Sonya out of the corner of my eye, waiting to see her expression. Sonya stuck her tongue out at Germain, and Germain gave her the finger.

When we got in the car, Sonya started talking first. “Jovan, you look very nice today. You're dressed real jazzy to be a paralegal.”

“Thank you. You look nice yourself, Sonya. More like a model than a assistant producer,” I said as my eyes pierced her whole body.

“Jovan, where are you taking me?”

“I figured since the day was nice we'd go somewhere outside and chill.”

As we were driving, I put on a Sade CD and went straight to the song “Cherish the Day.” Sonya lay back in her seat, looking good as shit. You could tell she was into the music 'cause her feet were moving and her head was bobbing as she closed her eyes.

When we pulled up to this secluded area at Rock Creek Park, Sonya opened her eyes and said, “Oh, Jovan, I haven't been here since I was a little girl. What are we doing here?”

“Well, sweetheart, I thought it would be nice if we just had a little picnic, just you and me chilling. Is something wrong with that? You wanna go someplace else?” I asked, afraid she was not pleased with my choice.

“No, a picnic is perfect. It's just that I've never been on a picnic with a man before.”

“Well, boo, you're going on one today.”

I took the blanket and pillow outta my van, along with the food from the deli, which I had put in a basket, and found us a nice spot under a tree. I laid out everything then went back to the car to get Sonya.

“Jovan, I have on heels. How am I gonna walk on that grass?” Sonya asked me.

“Tell you what; just get out of the car.”

Sonya got out then asked, “What are you gonna do?”

At that moment I lifted Sonya up in my arms and carried her across the grass. She held onto me tight as if she didn't want to let go as I placed her down on the blanket.

“Jovan, that was fun, but I must say I was a little surprised by your actions. I do not know of any man who would have done what you just did. If only there were more men like you these day. Was I heavy?” Sonya said.

“No, sweetheart. You wasn't heavy. I could carry you forever.” I sat down beside Sonya, and she began to take her shoes off.

“Here, let me do that for you.” I took off each shoe slowly and began massaging her feet.

“Oh, Jovan, that feels so good. You sure know how to treat a woman.”

“Sonya, you've got the prettiest feet I have ever seen,” I said as I admired her perfectly manicured feet.

“Thank you, Jovan, and you are the most romantic person I have ever dated,” Sonya said, looking deep into my eyes.

“Now, how you gonna say that when this is only our second time with each other?” I said, grinning slyly at her.

“Yeah, you're right. I may be speaking too fast,” Sonya said.

We both laughed. I then got our food out of the basket and placed it on the blanket.

“Well, Sonya, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got a turkey on rye and a tuna fish on wheat,” I said, placing both sandwiches in front of her for her to choose.

“I'll take the tuna. What's that over there?” Sonya asked, pointing to the container of fruit.

“Oh, this is a freshly made fruit salad.”

“Umm, it looks good.”

We ate and talked about almost everything. She had this way about her that put my soul at ease. I had just met her and I was digging her style already. This shit had never happened to me before. I mean, I'd had a lot of women before, but not one like her.

“Jovan,” Sonya said, bringing my attention back to her.

“Yeah?”

“Come over here closer to me.” As I moved closer, Sonya began to massage my back and neck. “Jovan, do you work out?” she asked as she continued massaging my neck.

“Yeah, baby, I do. I go to the gym three times a week,” I said, enjoying her soft hands as they massaged my neck.

“I can tell.”

Sonya was rubbing my back and neck so good that my dick started getting hard. After she had massaged me, I returned the favor as we continued talking.

“Jovan,” Sonya said.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna taste that fruit salad.”

“Well, the only way you can taste it is if you let me feed it to you,” I said, opening the container of fruit.

“I'm cool with that.”

I fed Sonya strawberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, and all the other fruit that was in the salad. The way she closed her eyes and held her tongue out made my dick even harder. I started imagining how she'd look while we were making love. After I fed her the fruit salad, she fed me a few strawberries, and I did the same thing she did: closed my eyes and held out my tongue.

Suddenly something sweet, soft, and warm touched my tongue, but I didn't bother to open my eyes because I realized that Sonya was kissing me. I kissed her back. The kiss itself was explosive, and I could have kissed her all afternoon.

“What was that for?” I asked after she had stopped.

“Just a little something to let you know how much I appreciate you doing all this for me. Jovan, you've made me feel special today. I've never had no one take the time out to do something like this,” Sonya said seriously.

“And I've never had no one to take out like this until I met you.”

“Yeah, right. You've probably got women crawling on their knees trying to be with you.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“No, baby, you don't have to worry about that,” she said.

“Vice versa. So are you sayin' we can see each other again?” I asked hopefully.

“You damn right. Every chance we get, Jovan.”

“So I take it you're feeling me right about now, huh?”

“Men like you don't just fall out the sky, so when I find one, I gotta grab hold to him.”

“I'm thinking the same thing about you.”

“C'mon, baby, I gotta get back to work,” Sonya said, getting up off the blanket.

I got up and carried Sonya back to my car, packed everything, and drove her back to work. When we pulled up to Sonya's job, I gave her my number and a light kiss on the lips.

Before she got out of the car, Sonya said, “Jovan, again, thank you for today. I had a wonderful time, and by the way, your ass better call me tonight or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Don't call and see what happens.”

“So you're threatening me now?”

“No, that's not a threat, baby. It's a promise.”

As Sonya was getting out of the car, Germain and another female were standing out front waiting for her. Germain and me waved at each other, and as Sonya closed the door, I could hear her say to Germain, “Damn, y'all so nosy!”

 

 

 

Jovan and I had a nice time at the park, and to tell you the truth, he romanced the hell outta me. Most niggas didn't even think about doing shit like that. They thought they had to show their money off to get somebody to like them.

It was wonderful being with Jovan just looking at the sky, trees, and all of nature. I was on a natural high with him. He gave me inspiration because he wasn't like other guys I'd dated. He had an aura about him that made me smile and made my pussy get wet all at the same time. I guess that was why I kissed him like that. I couldn't hold it back. Jovan made my day, and I knew if I continued seeing him, eventually he'd make my world.

 

 

 

After I dropped Sonya off, I went back to the office and gave Mark his keys.

“Hey, Jovan, how did it go?” Mark asked me.

“It went real cool. I laid it down like a true playa supposed to,” I said and then told Mark what happened.

“Man, Jovan, you're smooth. I might have to try that one.”

“Naw, you couldn't do that. Your shit would be in the newspaper on the front page:
Lawyer Fucks Prosecutor in Public Park
.” We laughed.

“Jovan, you're crazy, man. Look, I'll see you tomorrow,” Mark said.

It was about two o'clock, and I had a lot of time before I had to go to Bilal's house. I had about two thousand in big bills on me, so I decided to go down to Georgetown to Solbiato and get a few shirts and some shoes.

I got down to Georgetown and parked on the opposite side of the store. I looked at all the cars in front of Solbiato. It looked like a car show. There was a Lexus LS400, Benz Coupe VI2600, Benz 500SL, Infiniti Q45, and a Range Rover. This was where all the players in the city shopped, and believe me, the joint was flooded with bitches.

When I came in the store, I saw D and Ant, two dudes I knew from the southeast side. I shoulda known all that big shit outside was theirs and their crew. These niggas were getting it. They were the only niggas in the city that wasn't copping from Bilal.

When I came through, the first person that made contact with me was D. We were cool back in '91 when I had a few niggas on the south side movin' ounces like welfare cheese. We never did business together, but we always respected and acknowledged each other, I guess mainly because our styles were similar. The nigga was smooth just like me, and he wore top flight shit and kept a bad bitch with him.

When I was locked up in Lewisburg, I used to hear good things about him, about how he stayed loyal to his man Ant when he was down Lorton and how he broke him off something real nice when he came home; sorta like Bilal and me, but the only thing different was that Bilal and me didn't hang out together or hustle together.

“Hey, what's up, Jovan?” D said, coming over to me.

“What's up, D?”

“Ain't shit going on. Damn, Jovan, I ain't seen you in a while. Where you been at?”

“I was in the feds for a minute,” I said.