Page 44 of Keeping Busy
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too.” I said.
“Since I’m late, what did I miss?” Busy asked.
“Not much. Just the opportunity to show your girl off, and mix and mingle.”
Frowning, Busy looked off over True’s shoulder. “I don’t need to show her off to none of these dudes.” He disagreed.
“Uhm, this is new. ” She said in a teasing tone.
“Fall back, True.”
“Oh please, Busy. You know that is not about to happen. I wasn’t sure I would ever get to see the day that Maddox Mayhew would be possessive about a woman.” She glanced over at me with a look of appreciation. “Mecca, huh?”
I decided to get in on the teasing by giving her a big, dramatic wink.
“Oh, here y’all go.” He said.
“Here you go.” She corrected. “You’re the one standing here acting so possessive that you don’t even want to introduce your date to your teammates.”
“I’m acting possessive because my date is gorgeous as fuck.”
“Get out of my face, Busy Mayhew. I’ll talk to you later.” She rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly. “Mecca, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again.”
“Thank you.” I said, as Busy took my hand and practically dragged me away.
The turn-up in the backyard was real. There were about 100 people milling around a huge space that included a grassy knoll, an olympic sized swimming pool surrounded by a huge deck, an outdoor kitchen, and an inviting patio covered by a large pergola.
There was a group of people chilling on the patio, I thought we would make a beeline for them, but nope. Busy led me to the outdoor kitchen, where he walked right up to the bar and ordered a drink for himself and one for me.
“You hungry?” I asked him. “I’ll fix you a plate.”
“Nah, I’m good.” He looked around the backyard. “I don’t wanna stay long.”
“You brought me all the way to Kentucky for us to make a cameo?” I confirmed. It wouldn’t make me a difference one way or the other. I was all about Busy, and was down for whatever he wanted. I just wanted him to be sure about what he was saying.
The bartender handed our drinks to him. He placed a glass of the signature cocktail, the Leopard-tini, in my hand and took a drink from his glass of Hennessy and coke.
“Nah.” He sighed like he was annoyed. “I’m just not trying to have a repeat of the shit that happened at the benefit, but I guess I should show you off.”
I giggled. “Don’t think of it as “showing me off,” Boo. Think of it as what it is...introducing me to people. To your teammates.”
“Let’s get this over with.” He took my free hand in his, and led me around the backyard to meet his teammates and their women.
The last group of people we approached included Ayana Truesdale’s son, Robeson Miller, Justus Alexander, Lance Gardner, his wife, Dominique, a guy named Emerick Jones, and his wife, Sheena.
“I see you brought my future girlfriend with you to Kentucky, Nigga.” Robeson said, as soon as we walked up, a wide grin on his handsome face.
“What’d I tell you about that shit, Dude?” Busy asked him, but he was grinning as well, as he went in to dap Robeson up.
“Nothing.Shetold me that she was busy being yours, you just sat there like a sucker.” He joked.
“But after she said that, what was really left to be said?” Justus instigated.
“Yeah, she’s the first person in history to shut your ass up.” Busy added.
Robeson just chuckled. “What’s good, Beautiful?” He asked me.
I knew he was being disrespectful, but something about Robeson let me know that he was really just messing with Busy, and wasn’t at all serious about getting with me.
