Promiscuous Woman

Chapter 1

"Ten bucks says he's gay," Desha Bernard whispered, her voice soft enough that only her two lunch companions were privy to her wager.

Shara's gaze darted to the man in question. Her eyes smoothed over his jet black, neatly cut hair before skittering across his bespectacled face. She couldn't see the color of his eyes but she would lay down every cent she owned that they were either blue or green.

 A straight, balanced nose sat dead center of very manly cut cheek bones that beveled down into a square jaw. A wide set mouth that never seemed to smile only added to the mystery of the man.

Shara took a sip from her soda and said, "If he is gay that's a waste of a fine man."

"Maybe he's serial killer," Jason piped in as he snuck a piece of his tuna sandwich into his mouth.

Shara shook her head as she nibbled on a slice of cucumber from her salad. "Uh-Uh. Too mysterious to be a serial anything. I'd have to go with gay."

Desha snickered. "Must be disappointing huh?"

Shara threw her a questioning glance. "What?"

"Knowing that Mr. Smexy's gay."

"Why would that be disappointing to me?" Shara asked as she propped an elbow on the table.

It was Jason that answered. "You've been eyeing that man with lust written all over your face for the past three weeks."

"I have not!" Shara defended hotly as she turned on him.

Desha rolled her eyes. "Yes you have."

"I have not!"

Jason threw down his sandwich and waggled a finger at her. He squinted and pushed his voice an octave higher, "Shara Aliyah Braxton! You know that Jesus don't like liars."

Laughing at how much he sounded like her mother, Shara smiled back. "I don't know what you guys are talking about."

"Righttt....." Jason drawled as his bushy eyebrows shot upwards.

"Look," Desha said. "We could stretch this on for the entire day, but we all know better. You have the hots for Mr. Smexy. End of conversation."

Jason's head swiveled in Desha's direction. "What other reason would a man that looks as good as he does, have for sitting in front of a laptop for the entire day, every day at a roadside café? I've never seen him take or make a call. Beautiful women parade in out and never once have I seen him so much as glance at one." Jason shoved his last piece of sandwich into his mouth, and then declared, "He's gay!"

Even though the next thought left her with an uncomfortable feeling in her chest Shara said to them. "Maybe he's married."

"If he is, his wife's a fool, because if that was my man, I'd be all over him all the time," Desha huffed as she pushed her plate away.

Shara had to agree with her friend. The woman that had him would be one hell of a lucky woman. She could only see as low as his chest because everything else was concealed behind the table and laptop, but oh what a fine chest it was. The muscles of his shoulders and equally muscular arms, flexed as his hands moved across the keyboard. The light green polo t-shirt which molded against his contour served no protection to the unsuspecting eyes.

Mmm! Yes. I'd definitely jump that white boy.

"Well unless somebody here's clear voyant, I guess we'll never know," Shara retorted.

"Wellllllllllllll....there is another way," Desha suggested as her lips stretched into a smile, almost touching her eyes.

There's wasn't a doubt in Shara's mind that she was going to regret her next question but she asked it anyway. "What other way?"