Just Make Him Beautiful (24 page)

Mr. Jamison must really be into sports,
I thought to myself, considering it was on and nobody was watching it. Hell, where I
was
from, if you ain’t watching it, it need
ed
to be turned off
,
but I guess Mr. Jamison got it like that.

He also had a silver
-
and
-
white chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I don’t know what it is
,
but it’s something about chandeliers that makes a room look so elegant. Mr. Jamison also had white wooden furniture with silver trimming on the dressers, nightstands
,
and mirrors. Now, this wasn’t like that cheap
l
acquer furniture, this was real wood of some kind
,
and I could tell he paid a good penny for it.

“Well, this is my bedroom
.
W
hat do you think?”
He
look
ed
at me as though he wanted to throw me on his bed and have me right then and there.

“It’s fabulous.”

“Not the word I would use, but I like it
,
too
.
”
He
chuckle
d
. “So
,
why don’t you go freshen up
,
and I’ll make us something to eat.”

“So
,
I can pick any room I want?”

“Yup.”

“How about I choose this one?” I
ran
and jump
ed
on his bed like a child.

“Sorry
,
shawty
.
Y
ou haven’t earned that right yet,” he replied
,
his arms folded in front of his chest.

“How about I earn the right now
?
” I sta
r
ted taking my clothes off.

“You got balls
,
shawty, I’ll give you that
,
but that’s not what I’m talking about. So
,
which other room would you like?”

“I guess it would have to be the room with all the flowers,” I
said,
disappointed.

Mr. Jamison led me back into the flowered bedroom and showed me
around.  The room had
everything I need
ed, including
a
private bathroom area
with
toothbrush, soap, wash cloth, towel
,
and even a white thick terry cloth robe that hung on the back of the door.
As he
left
,
he
closed the bathroom door behind him.

I stood looking in the mirror and thought
,
T
his
i
s just too good to be true.
God had finally answered my prayer in finding me a man that was
b
eautiful. 

Instead of taking a shower, I
decided to
take a bath
since
the tub was so big
.
I just wanted
to lay my head down and relax.
E
verything
was
in here
,
a small flat
-
screen TV, a Bose AM
/
FM
radio with
CD
player
,
and
even a small refrigerator filled with soda, wine coolers
,
and
c
hampagn
e
.

I ran my bathwater almost to the top of the tub and used almost all of Mr. Jamison
’s
liquid
bubble bath.
Chile
, I had bubbles everywhere.

I poured some
champagne
in one of the flute glasses that sat on top of the refrigerator and lowered myself in the tub. What was so funny was
,
I didn’t have a dime on me
,
but
I felt like a million bucks.
I drank my
champagne
while listening to
The Quiet Storm
program on the radio. I was so relax
ed,
I drifted off to sleep.

I
wasn’t
sure how long I had been asleep
,
but I knew it wasn’t that long because the water was still fairly warm.
Mr. Jamison
awakened
me.
He
sounded as though he was arguing with someone downstairs. I got out of the tub, dried myself off and threw on the terry cloth robe. I opened the bathroom door and tiptoed out to the main staircase leading down the steps.

I stood
a
t the top of the stairs for a minute to see if I could make out what was being said
,
and all I could hear was Mr. Jamison yelling at someone about getting him his muthafuckin
’
money
.
I’
d
never
s
een him angry
,
nor ha
d
I ever heard him yelling at
any
one
,
and to be honest, it kinda scared me.

I wasn’t sure if I should go and stay in the room or go and see who Mr. Jamison was arguing with.
M
y curiosity got the better of me.
I tried to act as though nothing was wrong
,
so I walked down the spiral staircase and out into the kitchen
,
w
h
ere Mr. Jamison stood over the stove
,
cooking.

He looked at
me
as I
enter
ed
the kitchen.
“Well, you look refreshed.
How was your bath?”

“It was absolutely fabulous. Thank you for asking.”

“You can have a seat
,
and I’ll fix you a plate of my famous spaghetti
.
”
He
point
ed
to a chair at his dinette set.

“Spaghetti, huh
.
”

“Yeah
.
Y
ou do like spaghetti
,
don’t you?”

“I love it. Oh, by the way, I thought I heard you talking to someone. Did they leave?”

“Oh yeah, my lil brother stopped by.
”
He ha
nded me my plate of spaghetti.
“
You just missed him.”

“Were you guys arguing?”

He sat across from me with his plate of spaghetti.
“Naw, not really
.
B
ut sometimes I have to put him in his place, you know
.
”

“Oh
okay,
I guess. So
,
tell me about your family
.
”

“There’s really not much to tell. Both my parents passed away a few years ago
,
and I promised my mom on her death bed that I would keep an eye on my younger brother. That’s about it.”

I was curious to know how his folks had pas
sed
.
But
it didn’t look as though he wanted to discuss it
,
so I let it go for now
.

“
T
ell me what happened. You called and asked me to come get you
, b
ut you still hadn’t said what happened
.
”
He stuck his fork in
his spaghetti.

I took a deep breath and began to explain what had been going on at my house with my stepfather
,
and the threat he
’d
made towards me and my sister. I also informed him that my stepfather was gay and having sex with the same guy that killed my older brother a few years
earlier
.

“So
,
this guy that killed your brother, he was never locked up?”

“Nope
.
T
hey caught him at the time but
he was
release
d
on bail
,
and then he escaped.
He had been missing for the past
five
years or so
,
and I happened to run into him at my prom
.
W
hich is fucked up
,
because Junior has to be at least in his mid
-
twenties.
And he got the nerve to be hanging out at a prom.”

“You said his name is Junior?”

“Yeah
.
W
hy?”

“Just wondering if you know his full name
.
W
hy hadn’t you called the police to have him locked up?”

I sucked my teeth.
“The police don’t care about black
-
on
-
black crime. I will handle Junior myself
.
”

“Is that right? And what are you gonna do
,
mister t
ough guy?” Mr. Jamison playfully punch
ed
me in my arm.

“H
mm,
don’t let this little body fool you. I don’t have to use my fist
.”
I pointed to my head.  “
I use this
.
”

“You a
fine
shawty
,
and got a brain too, huh
.
”

“And don’t you forget it
,
” I spat, snapping my fingers and rolling my neck from side to side.

Mr. Jamison and I sat there for hours just talking and laughing. He made me feel free and allowed me to be me without questioning my manhood or lack thereof.
S
o many gay brothers out here seem
ed
to have such a problem with
feminine
gay brothas
,
but that didn’t seem to bother Mr. Jamison at all.
B
ecause of that, I was just that much more attracted to him.

Don’t misunderstand
.
Mr. Jamison
was
a
fine
specimen of a man anyway. He remind
ed
me of LL
Cool
J,
except
he was
a little darker
,
but he also lick
ed
his lips all the time just like LL and had the cutest dimples.

As I sat there and Mr. Jamison talk
ed
, I really didn’t hear much of what he
was saying.
I wanted to jump his bones right there in the kitchen. His gentleman’s fade haircut outlin
ing
his jawbone along with his trimmed mustache and goatee had me moist between my thighs.

I found myself moving around in my chair to get comfortable because my nature was rising
,
and not having any clothes on under this robe was making it wors
e
.

“Are you ok
ay
?” Mr. Jamison
gave
me that sexy look
of his
.

“Ah
,
yeah, I’m
okay
.
” I tr
ied
to
tease him
by letting the left side of my robe fall off my shoulder.

He chuckled.
“I see my robe seems to be a little too big for you, huh
.”

“Well, I can’t help that my body is smaller than yours,” I
said
, batting my eyes and crossing my legs.

He smiled and shook his head.
“Come on
,
shawty, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed
.
”

I followed him up the spiral staircase but wasn’t sure whether he was inviting me to his bedroom or not
,
but I
was
hop
ing
and pray
ing
that h
e
was
,
with each step I took.