Lovers' Dance (24 page)

“Shut up. I’m not going to listen to one more word out of you. I can’t believe this. Sneaky, no-good, snobby—”

The loud knock on the office door broke off my tirade. All eyes swung towards the door as it opened slowly. Gloria’s red hair popped around it.

“Dante, Christine is here and she—hey, don’t barge past me, Christine.”

Christine. The ever lovely Christine walked into my office as if she owned the damned thing. Dante sighed and fixed a smile on his face as she observed us with a healthy measure of excited curiosity.

“Christine, what are you doing here, babe? I told you this is not a good time.”

She beamed at him and produced a bag from behind her back. “I brought you lunch. The press is out there.” She walked over to kiss Dante on the lips and rest the bag of whatever food she’d brought on my cluttered desk. She looked good, wearing a form-hugging knit dress that showed off her curves. Christine stuck her hand out at Matt. “Hi, I’m Christine.”

Matt, always polite, gently shook her hand. Christine eyes widened at the red palm print on his face.

“Matthew Bradley. It’s nice to meet you, Christine.”

“I can’t believe I shook hands with a billionaire,” she gushed, café-au-lait skin going nicely flushed. I rolled my eyes in disgust, and Matt looked uncomfortable at the mention of his financial worth.

“Now is not a good time, Christine,” I muttered, shooting daggers at Matt with my eyes.

Her mouth tightened in displeasure and she turned to me with a fake smile. “Oh, Madi, you’re such a dark horse. I knew you weren’t as innocent as Dante tried to convince me. Look at you, carrying on with an older man.”

“Dante.” He knew from the tone of my voice I was at my breaking point. And her little description: dark horse. I knew her ‘other’ meaning.

“Babe, why don’t you go wait out front for me?” He gestured to the door and Christine pouted, flicking her relaxed hair over one shoulder.

“Aww, but I came all this way to see you today,” she complained.

I glared at her. She lived twenty minutes away. What was she playing at?

“I know,” Dante said, “But we need privacy. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Christine, not liking her dismissal, folded her arms and shrugged. “It’s not like we don’t know Madi’s sleeping around with—”

“You better get your ass outta here,” I yelled. Matt’s face was a picture of shock at my behaviour. Well, fuck it. They were painting me as a ghetto hoe in the media. Fine. I’d play into the stereotype.

“Don’t talk to me like that. Dante, are you going to let her speak to me like that?”

Dante’s gaze jumped helplessly between us. “Babe, wait outside. Please.”

“But she’s rude—”

“Rude? Girl, I will—”

“Madison.” Matt grabbed my arm as I tried to go past him. I don’t know what I would’ve done. Probably gotten my ass whupped, seeing as I’d never been in a girl-on-girl fight before. But I was furious. With everything and everyone.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt’s chastisement was deserving of another slap, but I repressed the urge, barely.

“I don’t know, Matt,” I said sarcastically while exchanging mean looks with Christine as Dante led her out of my office. “I woke up this morning feeling on top of the world, only to realize that the world has decided to defecate right over me. This—this whole situation is—I can’t—”

Matt pulled me into his arms. I resisted, but he tightened his hold until I stopped trying to escape.

“Poppet, I’m so sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.”

I raised my head from where it was pressed against his chest. “Promise?”

His mouth quirked up at the corners. “I promise.” He kissed my forehead, then leaned back, arms still encircling me to say, “Nothing’s changed.”

That confused me. Was he senile? At the reasonably young age of thirty-seven?

“Matt, everything’s changed. How can you say that? The whole world knows about us.”

“You and your outrageous exaggerations,” he murmured, while stroking a hand up and down my back. “The whole world doesn’t know about us and that wasn’t what I was referring to, poppet.”

“What were you referring to then?” I asked, exasperated and beginning to feel angry again. He had a background check done on me. Before we hooked up.
Who does that?

“What did I tell you last night?” he asked, eyebrow arched sternly. I tried not to smile over the memory of last night. He said he loved me. Despite everything else that was going on, the fact he said he loved me made me feel mushy inside.

“To always wear my seatbelt?” I deliberately feigned misunderstanding. Matt lowered his lips to claim mine. This kiss was the sweetest he’d ever bestowed on me to date.

“Nothing has changed,” he whispered fiercely when he let me up for air.

“Sorry I slapped you.” I apologized with throbbing lips. I raised my hand to rest it gently across his cheek. Matt twisted his head to press a kiss to my palm.

“It was deserved,” he acknowledged ruefully.

“I’m still mad at you,” I warned. He grinned and my heart went pitter-patter.

“Sorry to interrupt your ill-timed canoodling.” Nathan’s voice made me jump. I’d forgotten he was in here with us. “But there is the urgent matter of the press congregating outside. I need you to go over this statement with me, Matt.”

Matt levelled Nathan with an expectant look as I stepped out of his embrace. “Isn’t there something you need to say, Nathan? To clear up any false impression Madi may have?”

Nathan returned Matt’s expectant stare with a bland one of his own. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can we please focus on what I want you to say, or would you prefer I speak to the press on your behalf?”

Matt regarded Nathan for a charged moment and Nathan’s complexion took on a faint pink hue. He was wearing a casual suit, managing to pull off the fine balance between businessman and trendy partier. The suit probably cost more than my car.

The door opened and Dante walked in, blatantly frustrated if his jerky strides were anything to go off of. He pointed to the phone on the desk. I looked over and saw the flashing red light.

“Gloria patched a call through. Your aunt Cleo’s on the line 1. She’s been trying to contact you since yesterday morning.”

If there was ever a time I wanted to disappear, now was it.

“Does she know I’m here?” I wrung my hands together, then let out a groan when Dante nodded.

“Gloria told her you were.” He pointed to the phone.

“Does she know about…” My voice trailed off as Dante nodded again. God help me.

“Where’s the handset?” I asked, eyes riveted on the flashing light.

Dante walked back to the door and yelled down the hallway, “Who’s got the handset for the office? I’m tired of telling y’all about this. Gloria? Gloria?”

A faint, “I don’t know, Dante. Ask Liam,” came back.

Dante exhaled loudly. “You better take that call, Madi. When I spoke to her last night she didn’t sound happy.”

I didn’t want to talk to my aunt, not with Matt and his friend in the office and a missing handset. I would have to put her on speaker and, if she knew what was going on, she would be pissed off. An angry aunt Cleo was a force of nature.

I scurried to the door under Matt’s watchful gaze. “Liam. Where’s the handset? Damn it. Why are you guys always taking stuff from the office?”

“Liam isn’t here yet,” Gloria shouted.

“Then why the hell did you tell me to ask Liam?” Dante responded. We both stood squashed in the doorway, glowering up and down the corridor. We shared the same fear: Aunt Cleo was mad. Someone would bear the brunt of her anger.

“Madi,” Matt called. “Aren’t you going to take the call?”

I turned around, chewing my lower lip. “Uh, can we have privacy?”

Nathan immediately started walking across the room, while Matt arched an expressive eyebrow at me.

“You want me to go wait in the hall?” he asked. The eyebrow had lowered, and I knew whenever his left eyebrow went up and down that fast he was offended.

“Why don’t you and Nathan have a look around the building?” I suggested, ever conscious of the flashing light. Shit. How long had she been on hold? The longer she waited the angrier she would get. Aunt Cleo didn’t like waiting.

Nathan had stopped his approach to the door, glancing between Matt and myself.

“I’d rather stay in here with you,” Matt stated in a tone that expected to be obeyed, then added sneakily, “For moral support, poppet.”

Nathan returned to his original position, the action clearly indicating if Matt was staying, so was he.

Dante looked at me and mouthed, “Crazy-ass white folks.” He shot Matt an unfriendly stare. “This is private, family business. Get out of here.”

Matt didn’t react to Dante’s order. Instead, that damned eyebrow went up again as he coolly surveyed my friend. I don’t think anyone, white or black, spoke to Matt in that way, and lived.

“She’s my girlfriend and I’m staying. Accept it and move on.”

“Girlfriend?” Nathan was peering at Matt as if he’d lost his mind.

“This has nothing to do with you.” Dante walked back into the office while I hugged the doorframe.

“On the contrary, this actually has everything to do with me,” Matt smiled coldly at Dante. “And Madi.”

“Oh, for the love of God.” I abandoned my post in the doorway, shutting the door before storming over to the desk. I pointed a finger at Matt. “Do not say one word. That goes for you too, Nathan.” Then, I looked at Dante. “Will you talk—”

“No, hell, no.” Dante cut me off with a decisive shake of his braided head. Damn. Some friend.

I took a deep calming breath and pressed the button. “Hey, Aunt Cleo. How are—”

“Don’t you ‘Hey, Aunt Cleo’ me.”

I winced at her angry greeting. Dante was giving me pitying glances. “Aunt Cleo, you’re on speaker phone, so if you could—”

“I don’t care if I’m on megaphone. What in the Lord’s name are you getting up to, child? Jamal showed me this stuff on the Internet about you and some rich man.”

I shot a nervous look at Matt who was staring at the phone with morbid fascination. Nathan looked uncomfortable as he made himself busy with the papers in his briefcase.

“Aunt Cleo, let me explain—”

“Explain?” That came out as a shriek. “You listen here. No niece of mine is going to be laying up under some white man. Have you forgotten everything I told you? Most of them are racists, looking down their noses at us black people, keeping us down. You should know better. I didn’t raise you to be a fool.”

“Aunt Cleo—”

“Am I done talking?” she yelled.

“No,” I muttered, staring dejectedly at the phone.

“Then shut your mouth. Always with the sass. You need to get your head together and act right. I have people in my church calling me up, telling me they’ve been reading all sorts of things on the Internet. They are talking about our family, making us look bad.”

“There wasn’t anything much about you and—”

“Madi, if you don’t shut that mouth of yours,” she threatened. I shut my mouth, face heated at being spoken to like a child. Dante straightened his shoulders and cleared his throat lightly.

“Who’s that?” Aunt Cleo asked.

“Hey, Aunt Cleo,” he said warmly. “It’s Dante here—”

“You, you let this happen.” She started berating him. It was my turn to send him a pitying glance. “You’re supposed to be taking care of her over there. How could you let her take up with that man, Dante? Don’t you have any nice friends to take her out? Shame on you. Now everyone’s gossiping about her. Calling her a sell-out, a-a—white man’s hoe.”

“Aunt Cleo,” I burst out, hurt that she would say that and painfully aware of Matt’s silent observance. I should’ve dragged his butt out of there before taking the call.

“Well, it’s true,” she admonished. “That’s what they’re calling you. A white-washed hoe. No traditional black man is going to want you now. How could you do this to me? Didn’t I raise you right? You know he’s using you for sex.”

Could a person die from humiliation? The way I felt, it was likely. Dante exchanged an embarrassed look with me, then tried to calm my aunt down.

“Aunt Cleo, come on now. Madi’s twenty-six, a grown—”

“Grown what? She isn’t grown. The girl’s got no sense at all. Just like her mother. Now everyone knows what a wild woman she was—”

“Aunt Cleo, please don’t say that,” I interrupted.

She continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Shaming my brother, God rest his soul. Did you think about that, Madison? Did you think about what he would say if he was alive? To see you carrying on like this? Isn’t it enough that they try to persecute us every which way they can? Why couldn’t you find a nice, stable, black man?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at my clasped hands. Dante tried again to defend me.

“Auntie Cleo, maybe you’re overreacting—”

“Am I done talking?” She fumed. “Don’t you get sassy with me, young man. You’ve been coming to my house since you were nine-years-old, and I can still smack sense into you.”