He was looking for his keys when the phone rang,
�Yes?�
�Mr. Jeter? You have a guest�Carmen Aguilar.�
�Thank you, send her in.�
Carmen was at the gate and that gave him about two minutes before she would get to his house. She lived in south Tampa, so it was easier for her to meet him at his place and then they leave for the restaurant. Besides, more than likely they would end up at his place for the night and the last thing he would want to do would be get up on a Sunday morning and drive her home.
He went upstairs to retrieve his wallet. While he was up there, he put a little cologne on and looked in the mirror. He wasn�t cocky but he had to admit he was having a good-looking day. As he looked in the mirror he noticed he didn�t have his bracelet on. Back into the closet he went and opened the top drawer of the dresser that was in the middle of the huge walk-in closet. In that top drawer, he kept all his jewelry. He pulled out a gold link bracelet. No need in wasting the diamond bracelet, his favorite, while he was wearing long sleeves.
The bell rang and he quickly descended the stairs and opened the door,
�Hi.� He said before kissing her on the cheek.
�Hi. You look nice.�
�Thanks.� He lifted the bracelet to her, �Do you mind?�
She shook her head, �Not at all sweetie.� He stared at her dark brown hair and glowing skin. She was what he tended to like. He wasn�t one for the blonde haired blue-eyed beauty. He liked the brunettes with the olive skin. The only fair skinned girl who was more than just a casual happening was his high school girlfriend Marisa. They were still friends and whenever he could make time to see her when he was in Chicago, he did.
�There you go.� She took the opportunity to give him a kiss on the lips. She was definitely his usual type; her mother was Brazilian and her father from some other South American country.
�You look wonderful.� She smiled and thanked him as she twirled for his benefit. She was in a backless white dress with spaghetti straps. The bright white only showed off her deep toned skin.
�I need to get my keys and we can go.� He had suddenly remembered he left them in the kitchen next to his cell phone.
He led her outside and opened the door to the Mercedes. Usually he drove around in the hummer but not on a date. He walked around the driver�s side but not before noticing her car.
�You need your car washed.� She gave him a cute scrunch of the nose,
�I know but I just haven�t gotten around to it.�
He shook his head. She was driving a new black car and she wasn�t keeping it perfect.
�I�m going to take your car one day and take care of it.�
�Ok, no complaints from me. Are Jack and Tara meeting us at the restaurant?�
�Yeah.�
There was relatively little conversation as they made their way towards Arigato for some expensive Japanese cuisine. There conversations were usually about very generic things. Beyonce came on the radio and she turned up the volume. At least they had the same taste in music.
**
When they arrived, Jack and Tara were already at the table. He pulled the chair out for her and made sure she was comfortable before taking his seat.
�Derek are you going to the game tomorrow?�
The Bucs were at home against the Atlanta Falcons; he wouldn�t miss an opportunity to see Michael Vick.
�Yeah, I�ll be there. How about you?� Jack and Carmen had to be there, it was their job, but Tara wasn�t exactly the sports-loving type.
�Yes, I�ll be in one of the boxes with Jack.�
He glanced at Jack. That didn�t seem like a good idea. It was ok to give a girl tickets and let her sit in the stands but up in the suites where she was near where you had to work was another thing.
A bottle of wine was delivered to the table. The waiter filled everyone�s glasses and asked were they ready to order.
�No we�re not; give us a moment please.� Derek politely told the waiter.
�How did your thing go this weekend in Orlando?�
He could feel his phone vibrate in his coat pocket as Jack answered Tara,
�Very well. Something might happen from it.�
He was tempted to pull out his phone and see who it was but that would have been rude to say the least. He didn�t know about Tara and Jack when they were alone but Carmen left something to the imagination when it came to conversation. She liked to talk about dancing, shopping and traveling. He wasn�t a deep thinker but every now and then something happened he wanted to talk about it; especially since he refused to be controversial in the public eye.
�Let�s order. I�m starving.�
He looked over at Carmen. She had to be a size two with size 8 breasts. He wasn�t going to knock it. He liked her body a lot. He�s had a lot of fun with it off and on over the past year.
**
He unlocked the door and Carmen followed him inside with her overnight bag she had in her car.
�Do you want something to drink?�
�Maybe a glass of wine. I�m going to go up and take a bath.�
�I�ll bring it up to you. I�m going to make a couple of phone calls first.�
She moved closer to him, �Make it quick so you can join me.�
He nodded and watched her bound up the stairs with her bag over her shoulder.
He had three messages. One was from his sister and the other from Sean, his friend he played in the minor leagues with.
His sister was number 7 on the speed dial but he only got her voicemail,
�Hey, its me Sharlee. I was just returning your call. Yes, I�ll be in Jersey for Thanksgiving. I�m going to bed for the night. I�ll call you tomorrow.�
He would return Sean�s call the next day. He grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and headed upstairs.
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