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strange look.
“Patricia who works over at Hy-Vee in the deli
department.”
    I clicked through all five photos
he had posted. “Oh shit! That is him.” We started howling with laughter. That fool
even had the nerve to upload a photo of himself stunting in her
Camry.
    “ Niggas ain’t shit.” April
shook her microbraids, with disgust. “I ’ m fina call
my girl Shonda and put Pat ’s man on blast.” She
hurried out of the office and I was still shaking my head. There
was no telling how many of these dudes were
married.
    I was getting ready to head up front for lunch when
an instant message flashed across my screen. It was from
Jaguar22.
     
    What’s up sexy? You get my
message?
     
    I couldn’t resist a smile. I
turned on the charm and typed away at the keyboard.
     
    Me: Yep. I got it.
     
    JAGUAR: So? Does that mean you’re
ready to get to know a real man?
     
    ME:
I don ’t know. You look mean.
     
    I was grinning like crazy.
     
    JAGUAR: Yeah, my boy said the same
thing when I posted the photo. LOL. My bad. Take the time to get to
know me and you’ll see I’m definitely worth getting to
know.
     
    He just doesn’t know how much
grinning he had me doing over here. But there was nothing easy
about me.
    ME: That remains to be seen.
    JAGUAR: Then let ’s not waste time.
How about we hook up this evening somewhere mutual? You pick the
place.
    As intrigued as I was to meet
Jaguar, I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.
    ME:
I don ’t know about all that. You might
be some kinda stalker.
    JAGUAR: And so can you.
    “ I don’t think so,” I
murmured under my breath. One thing Janelle doesn’t do is sweat a
brotha, no matter how fine he is.
    JAGUAR: C’mon. Pick a place.
    I thought about it all of three seconds, then
typed
    ME: How about Shakespeare’s pizza at
7?
    The restaurant was only a few
blocks away so that would be perfect. The last thing I wanted was
for him to come to my spot and I discover I wasn’t feeling
him.
    JAGUAR: Cool. See you then. And wear something
sexy.
    ME: One thing about me. I always look sexy.
    I quickly logged off and hurried to the front to get
ready for the lunch crowd. I was looking forward to meeting Jaguar
later today.
     
     
    * * *
    We
were so slammed all evening I had to hurry
to the pizza joint to meet Jaguar. I strutted out the door and down
Ninth Street with my bodacious ass swinging with every step. I knew
people were driving by, staring at me, just the way I liked it. I
was a dime or better yet, a double deluxe. Haters thought I needed
to lose a little weight but I loved my curves and had plenty of
brothas on speed-dial who would agree. I glanced down at my skinny
jeans that hugged my ass. I was also rocking a black and purple
corset with a short-sleeved bolero jacket. On my feet were purple
stiletto pumps. If I ’ d had time I would have run by
the house and turned it up a notch. Regardless, I was looking every
bit of sexy.
    It was one of those perfect evenings when the April
sun was shining high, yet there was enough of a breeze to keep a
sistah from sweating out her shoulder-length weave.
    I was just turning the corner when I spotted a
high-end, emerald-green car pulling up in front of the pizza joint.
To hell with my date when there was something prime parked ahead. I
tilted the Versace glasses away from my eyes and slowed my steps
and made sure I gazed inside as I swayed my hips past that
beautiful car. Much to my pleasure, what was sitting behind the
wheel was even more scrumptious.
    “ What ’s up sexy? You wanna go for a
ride?”
    I did a double-take and then my
jaw dropped. “ Jaguar? ”
    He gave one of those laughs that
made a woman ’s pussy meow. “Actually
it ’s Kaleb. Jaguar was just my username.”
    “ Mmmm-Hmmm. I see.” I struck a
cute pose with one hand resting at my luscious hip and swayed over
to the curb. Smiling, I leaned inside the car that just happened to
be a Jaguar. Naturally his eyes strayed to my twins that were ripe
for the