Cocktail Dreams

Chapter 3: Good & Bad

Waking up that morning, the first thing on my mind was Fantasia. I rolled over, smirking to myself, replaying last night over and over in my head like my own private little movie. Every damn detail was burned into my brain—the way she smelled, that perfume hittin' just right, like it was tailor-made just for her skin. Sweet but not too much, and sexy in a way that felt personal, like you'd only get a whiff if she let you close. That was her all over—sweet when she wanted to be, but with a kick that left you feelin' some type of way. 

I stretched, feeling the sheets pull tight around me, and just let myself sink into it, eyes closed, playing back how fine she looked in that leather Catwoman suit. It was the exact one from the movie, hugging every curve of her body like she was born to wear it. The way it wrapped around her hourglass figure... whew. I could practically still see it, those hips, that ass, all on full display. And that pixie cut with the perfect fade on the sides? I don't know how she pulled it off like that, but it worked. It worked so well I was still feelin' hot and bothered just thinkin' about it.

Her makeup was light, just enough to catch the light, with glossed-up lips that I was thinking about way more than I should've been. But Fantasia didn't need the full face; she had that natural beauty that didn't need any extras. When she kissed my cheek, that soft brush of her lips with that raspy voice whispering, "Goodnight, baby"—whew, that did something to me. That voice alone was dangerous, like she could say anything, and I'd follow her without a second thought. Fantasia had that daddy vibe, that whole "I got you" energy, but only if she felt you were worth it.

I finally got up, tossing the covers back, planning on cookin' myself a little breakfast to shake off last night. But when I went to the fridge, I saw it was damn near empty. I hadn't even thought about groceries before goin' to that Halloween party last night. All I had was a bottle of water and a half-empty jug of orange juice. I shook my head, sighing to myself. "Guess it's time to hit the store."

I hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wake me all the way up, washing away the last little bit of sleep. Wrapped my hair up, threw on my baby pink Nike tech sweatsuit, and laced up my fresh white Air Maxes. I wasn't tryna be cute, but you know how it is—you step out lookin' fly even when you just goin' grocery shopping. I grabbed my keys and phone and made my way out, headin' straight for the store. I had a little routine when it came to grocery shopping: hit the produce, get my greens for the week, make sure I grab a bottle of oat milk, and end it with a stop at the frozen section for some ice cream.

Once I got there, I went straight for the deep freezers, bending over to grab my favorite tub. And outta nowhere, smack. I felt a hand come down right on my ass. I straightened up so fast, spinning around with my fist ready, yelling, "Aye yo, what the fuck?!" Not even thinking, I swung my arm, almost catching whoever it was across the face.

But then I froze. Standing there, grinning and ducking out of the way, was none other than Fantasia. She threw her hands up, laughing with that raspy voice, eyes shining like she was too amused by her own damn self. "Oh shit!" she laughed, hands still up like she was surrendering. 

"My bad, my bad! I ain't expect you to have them hands ready like that!"

I felt the tension in my shoulders ease, but my heart was racing, both from surprise and—well, *other* things. "Girl, you out here tryna catch a case!" I laughed, shaking my head as I lowered my fist. "Almost knocked you out, playin' like that."She tilted her head, flashing that mischievous smile, and shrugged. "What can I say? You were lookin' too good standin' there all bent over like that. I couldn't help myself."I could feel my cheeks heat up, but I kept my cool, just rolling my eyes and grabbing my ice cream like nothing happened. "You somethin' else, you know that?"