Page 14 of Nuttin for Christmas

“You want me to take the bag?” I didn’t know what to say.

“If you’re gonna make our drinks.”

“I don’t drink and I don’t have nothing but water and juice in the refrigerator.”

“That’s why I brought my own,” she pulled a bottle ofHennessyout her bag. “Do you have eggnog?”

“No. I don’t like how it taste.”

“I love it,” she swallowed. “Most white stuff taste good.”

Now it was my turn to swallow hard. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

“I’ll pour you some Hennessy,” her hips swayed left to right as she entered my kitchen.

“I just told you I don’t drink,” I followed her.

“One or two sips won’t hurt. I’ll even add some juice,” she opened my refrigerator.

Seeing her bent over made me feel a sensation in my lower area.

When we had our drinks, she asked if she could look around. Giving her the okay, she moved through my apartment like it was hers. Stopping at the entrance of my bedroom, she glanced at me.

“So here is where all the magic happens, huh?” She entered my room, sitting on the bed.

I grunted.

“I don’t know any type of magic going on in here.”

“Drink some,” she suggested of the cup I held in my hand. “And come sit down. I won’t bite unless you want me too.”

When I didn’t move she added, “I’m just joking. Relax.”

Taking a seat on my bed and inches away from her, I took a sip of the brown liquid.

“This is gross. How do you drink this?” I frowned in disgust.

“It’s not that bad. You just aren’t use to it yet,” she took a gulp of hers. “Try some more or do you wanna taste mine?”

That sounded like a sexual innuendo to me.

Taking another sip, I scrunched my face in distaste.

“You’re so dramatic,” she giggled.

For a few minutes we had light conversation.

“What kind of cologne do you wear?” She sniffed the air.

“It’s not cologne. It’s oil my family makes.”

“What kind of books do you like to read?”

“Probably the same ones you do,” I set my cup on the dresser.

“I read different genres,” she stretched out one leg, bending the other and placing it under her thigh. “I’m just not to fond of sci-fi reads.”

“Same.”

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