Too Close for Comfort by La Jill Hunt Page B

She called Q and couldn’t reach him either. She looked back at the car once more. “Don’t worry, baby, Mama is coming to pick you up soon.”

Chapter 9
    â€œDid you call your brother?” Paige asked, flipping through the latest issue of Essence .
    â€œYes, I did. He knows I’m here,” Camille answered. She was making a big bowl of popcorn for Myla and Jade, who were upstairs deciding on a movie.
    â€œAre you telling the truth?”
    â€œDo you think I would lie about something as serious as that, Paige? I’m appalled that you would even think that way.” Camille put her hand over her chest and gave an obvious fake gasp.
    â€œGet over it—What did Marlon say?”
    â€œAs usual, he tried to lecture me about invading your space, and when he realized I wasn’t giving a crap about what he said, he was cool with it. I think living with both Lucille and Kasey is kinda overwhelming him.” Camille laughed.
    â€œI can imagine.”
    â€œWhy don’t you go out and have some fun?” Camille suggested.
    â€œGirl, please . . . do you know what happened the last time I went out?” Paige gave her a knowing look.
    Camille smiled. “You met Quincy, right?”
    â€œWell, true, but I was talking about the whole robbery at gunpoint thing, remember?” Paige thought about the last time she and Nina were headed to the club, stopping at a convenience store to get some cash from the ATM at the exact moment it was being robbed at gunpoint. Ironically, Quincy was also in the store at the same time, the first time they met.
    â€œOkay, that was kinda messed up. And when I said, ‘go out and have some fun,’ I meant go and hang out with Quincy. Not everyone can say they have the luxury of a live-in babysitter.” Camille shook salt on the popcorn.
    â€œYou know you’re not a live-in babysitter, Camille. You know I don’t even think of you like that.” Paige laughed. “Why don’t you go out and have some fun?”
    â€œBecause, unlike you, I don’t have a fine man to spend my Friday nights with. You have a life, I don’t. You should go have a sleepover of your own.” Camille winked and headed up the steps with the bowl.
    â€œI know that’s not a booty bag in your hand?” Quincy smiled as he greeted Paige at the door.
    â€œNo, it’s not. These are my gym clothes.”
    â€œWell, this ain’t the gym.” He laughed.
    â€œI can always put it back in the car,” she said, taking a step backward.
    â€œDon’t even think about it.” He grabbed her and pulled her inside, where she dropped the bag in the middle of the floor and wrapped her arms around him.
    He kissed her on the mouth, their tongues tasting one another.
    She had wanted him so bad. Things had been tense between them since their lunch date earlier in the week.
    Whenever they talked on the phone, it seemed as if he wanted to talk about Marlon and the house situation, which was the last thing she wanted to discuss. She had even found herself making excuses for getting off the phone, something she never had done before. Coming to see him in person was a surefire way to get their relationship back into the right perspective.
    She bit his bottom lip, sucking it and reaching under his shirt.
    â€œI thought you had to babysit this weekend?” He panted as he nibbled on her neck.
    Paige moaned as his tongue found the sensitive spot on her collarbone. “Camille is at the house with the girls. She told me to come have a sleepover.”
    â€œI knew I liked her for a reason,” he whispered. He lifted Paige off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, which made her wet.
    He was about to carry her up the steps, when she stopped him. “Wait,” she said.
    â€œWhat?” He looked at her, thinking something was wrong.
    She eased off his body and smiled at