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Talk a Good Game
Book: Talk a Good Game Read Online Free
Author: Angie Daniels
Tags: Drama, Sex, Urban, drame, street lit, ghetto, angie daniels, sasha campbell
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my own restaurant had always
been a dream of mine. Now look at me. I’ve been nominated
for Restaurant of the Year and I was confident that award was
mine.
    I strutted in six-inch heels to
the kitchen and immediately the scent of collard greens with smoked
turkey legs ruffled my nose. As much as I loved food I don’t know
how I managed to keep this body looking so good.
    “ How ’s things going back here?” I
asked Mimi, my head chef.
    She was stirring a pot of
black-eyed peas when she looked up and smiled.
“Everything ’s fine. ”
    “ That ’s what I like to hear. Jamie, I
hope you ’ re not burning the cornbread
again.”
    “ No cuz, ” he said with a
groan, then moved over to one of the ovens and removed a beautiful
golden brown loaf.
    “ Now
that ’s what I ’ m talking ‘ bout.” I winked
at my second cousin. He got a felony conviction at eighteen for
robbing a convenience store. After serving two years I gave him a
chance when no one else would. He ’s still a
knucklehead and I know I ’ m hard on him, but
that ’s because I want him to want to
be better.
    “ All right
y ’ all. We open in less than an
hour.” I waved, then left the kitchen and moved down the hall to my
office. As soon as I stepped in I grinned. The room was all about
me. Pink and cream. From the walls to the pink chaise I kept in the
corner near the window. This was my escape when the days got long
and the nights even longer.
    I moved behind my desk and logged
onto my computer. I usually advertised in
Wednesday ’s newspaper and I had yet to send
this week ’s special engagement to the
editor. Friday we always featured a live band. And this week was
the Hump Band, a local favorite. I logged into my email and I
noticed a message from Blackfolksmeet.com. My painted lips curled
at the notification that I had three flirts and one personal
message in my box. Flirts just means someone likes what they see.
As a diva, I didn’t expect any less. It also meant they were too
damn cheap to subscribe to the site, so they weren’t able to send a
personal message. Since I had a few minutes before the crowd would
start coming through the door, I quickly logged onto the site to
take a closer look. Three clicks later, I discovered two of the men
flirting were straight up busters. But the third sounded
interesting.
     
    Hey FoxTrot. You’re sexy as hell.
I’m not into head games either. If you want a real man then hit me
back.
     
    I clicked onto his picture and stared at him for
several seconds.
    “ Janelle, we still have that big
catering order for Saturday?” My cousin said as she appeared
outside my door.
    “ Yep.” I
gestured with my hand for April to come here.
“What ’s he look like to you?” I waited
while she maneuvered her wide hips around my desk and looked
closely at the screen.
    “ Sexy, but he looks
mean.”
    “ That ’s the same thing I was thinking.”
Jaguar22 as he called himself was golden-brown, with a close
cropped haircut, light brown eyes and a salt-n-pepper goatee. I
loved a man with pretty teeth. Yet even smiling he looked mean as
hell.
    Her chocolate eyes narrowed
suspiciously. “Whadda you on? One of them Internet dating
sites?”
    “ Uh-huh. Ronnie hooked me up with
it.”
    April moved in for a closer look.
“ Hmmm, I
don’t know about him, cuz. You might wanna
pass on that one.”
    “ Yep.
That ’s what I was thinking.” Although
there was something about him I found intriguing. Lord knows I
hated a man who was like an open book.
    “ Who else they got on that
site?”
    I clicked the mouse and scrolled through every man
who had visited my personal ad. There were a couple that looked
good enough to eat and several creature features.
    “ Hold up!” April shouted just as I
was about to click on the last one.
    “ What?”
    One of her brows went up and her
mouth kind of hung open. “ Hell nah! That ’s Pat ’s husband.”
    I tilted my head and looked up at
her. “Pat who?”
    She gave me a
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