Bruce took Beverly to a gym three miles away from Brooklyn called Sweat 24. Bruce and Beverly had stretched and got on treadmills. Beverly had put on black biker shorts with a black halter top. She power walked as Bruce jogged beside her.
“You’re on a state of the art machine and all you’re going to do is walk?” he breathed out.
“Yep. I’m not bouncing my tits all over the place for them to be sagging before their time,” Beverly answered bluntly.
Bruce snorted. Then, cleared his throat quickly.
She looked over at him.
 
They had finished their workout. Beverly directed Bruce to the underground parking garage. He got a visitor’s space a few feet away from the elevator. Beverly couldn’t believe she was about to say what she was going to say to him of all people, but she was going to say it. “Would you like to come up for a drink?” Bruce looked at his watch. “Sure.” He actually said yes? They got out of the Bentley. Bruce hit the key chain for the alarm as Beverly hit the button for the elevator. It didn’t take long for it to come down. That’s when Beverly realized it was a late weekday ni
Bruce had been surprised when Beverly produced some toiletries for him to use. She had put on a light spring trench coat over her nightie and power walked a block away to the drug store to pick up deodorant, manly soap, she figured hers be to girly for him, a toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner in one, hair gel, a pack of razors, and shaving cream. She had even splurged an extra forty dollars and got him cologne. Bruce had still been asleep when she got back. He didn’t even know she had left the apartment.Bruce seemed very grateful and offered to pay her back. “I insist. I don’t want to be a freeloader.” “Okay. Just give me the seventy bucks after you shower and dress,” she said, giving in. “Okay,” he said and
A few days later . . . It was Saturday night and Bruce treated Catherine to dinner at The Russian Tea Room. It had been months since they’ve been there. Plus, he wanted to make up for the night he had spent at Beverly’s and Catherine couldn’t reach him. As the host walked them to their table, Bruce noticed his drinking buddy in a red booth. Beverly was snug as a bug in a rug next to Claude Benoit. The interview, he remembered. But, it looked more like a date. Claude’s gray eyes sparkled like he was a teenage boy. Beverly smiled and grinned, lapping it up.&nb
Bruce liked having sex with Catherine. It was good, but it was also limiting. Catherine wasn’t much on foreplay. Stroking his fingers inside her was as much as she wanted and she didn’t want it for long. She didn’t like being on top because it made her feel self-conscious about her body. Catherine shuddered at the suggestion of him entering her from behind – no matter the hole. She only like doing it in the bed – anywhere else was undignified. The only positions she allowed him to put her in was on her side and missionary. “Uh, that’s it,” she cried as he plunged in and out quickly. “Oh, yes. I’m almost there. I’m almost there!” He hated it when she said that. Almost where? Where the hell are you
Bruce opened his eyes with Beverly in his arms. Her head rested on his chest along with her hand over one of his pecs. They must have fallen asleep. He stretched his arm out to grab his phone. It was seven-thirty. He had slept past five a.m. again. “Beverly,” he said hoarsely. She stirred. “Beverly,” he called again as he looked down at her. She purred like a cat who didn’t want to move. Her hand slid down his chest to his abdomen. Bruce grabbed her hand before she could drag it any lower. “Beverly,” he said loud
Five days later . . . Christopher and the VP of the architectural department had gone to Carlyle Enterprises to take a serious look at the building. According to Christopher, the building needed almost everything. It was thirty years out of date. The estimate was ninety million dollars. Christopher had padded the estimate because the plumbing was so old that it didn’t meet today’s building code. If they were going to renovate the building they were required by law to update the plumbing whether it was still worked or not. He had also taken the wiring into consideration. “I can’t believe he let it go this long,” Bruce said. “And I can’t
Bruce was beyond annoyed. Two cab drivers had refused to drive him where he wanted to go. He had already gotten in the back of one cab when he had told the driver where he wanted to go. The driver had refused to take him. Bruce had demanded he get moving. The driver had put the car in drive and sat there like Bruce hadn’t said a thing. He had given up and got out. As soon as he had, the driver pulled off. His tires had screeched when he did. The second driver had said if it wasn’t night time he would take him to that area. But, since it was night, he had refused. Bruce waved down a cab that was coming up on the corner. The driver pulled over. He walked to the passenger side window. The driver rolled it down an inch.&
Beverly knew Bruce would like the wings and French fries. WestGlow had the best wings in the city, but very few people knew it. “I have to admit that was pretty good,” Bruce said as he wiped his hands with wet naps. “I told ya,” Margo slurred. Cootie, two of his girls, Junebug, and Lee came over. “Hey, guys. What’s up?” Deronda greeted. “Sup,” Junebug greeted flatly. Beverly made the quick introductions. Cootie and Bruce said th