| Back on the road again |
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| Columns - Single in St. Johns |
| Written by ZIA |
| Thursday, 21 January 2010 03:00 |
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After a hangover and the realisation that a bad habit had not been broken, Daina rubbed her temples and searched for her clothes. It was six in the morning and she had to pick up Jaycie from the airport in a few hours. Khalid lay next to her in his splendid glory. He really did have a lot to be arrogant about ... body-wise anyway. Shaking him, he grunted as she reminded him she needed to go home. He was in town on business again, part of which, he reminded her, meant providing his special services to Daina. She brushed off his attempt at a joke and moved to the mirror to fix her hair. Pulling up in front of her apartment, Khalid leaned in for one of his lingering kisses, but Daina leaned back. “Uh huh baby ... last night was enough.” Her eyes piercing him, challenging him, as he reached for her, she opened the door, letting out a leg, not minding that her babydoll was exposing a fair share of her thigh. She followed his eyes on her leg, smiled, and hopped out. “Gotta save something for later.” She smiled to herself that morning as she showered and settled down to some work before she headed to the airport for Jaycie. The way Jaycie spoke about Dominic, who she’d nicknamed “D”, Daina could tell that her friend had fallen for this new stranger. In fact, Jaycie was already speaking like she was in a committed relationship with him. “Well ... I don’t plan on staying single forever you know,” she snapped at Daina. Daina decided to keep her thoughts to herself after that. If Jaycie was happy, who was Daina to play conscience? Besides, while Jaycie went on and on about her new love interest, Daina continued to subtly flirt with the gentleman two tables down. He’d been staring at her throughout her conversation with Jaycie. Browsing over his left hand, and seeing no ring, she indulged in a little eye challenge herself. Deciding that she’d liked what she’d seen – broad shoulders, clean cut, strong looking hands, and full lips – a mischievous smile crossed her lips, which she strategically moistened with her tongue. Walking past his table, their gaze looking, she leaned in close to him. “Next time just say hi,” she said in her most playful voice. Not waiting for a response, she sauntered out the door. |