“Hmmmmmmm, I don’t blame you for lying about it. I wouldn’t admit to being kin to that nasty, ill-bred covenant of witches turned bitches either.”
Geren fell out laughing, but Tempest failed to see the humor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but would you mind if I talked with my date?” She waited patiently for a few seconds for Raoul to waddle away. When he didn’t budge, she added, “Alone!”
“Fine, just be like th
at,” Raoul said, on the verge of throwing a hissy fit. “I need to get going soon anyway. I’m handling the night shift at my motel.”
“You have a motel, too?” Tempest asked.
“Yeah, it’s right across the street from my midget breeding farm and next door to my burger joint.”
“You have a business card, little man?” Geren inquired, halfway impressed by Raoul. “I like your entrepreneurial spirit.”
“I’m not a little man.” Raoul placed his left hand over his chest. “I have a big heart, among other things, and that’s what counts.” He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a business card, handing it to Geren.
“Thanks!”
“No problemo. Come by one weekend and give a brotha some business. If you bring your woman here with you, I’ll let ya’ll have ten percent off our Oompa Loompa Deluxe Honeymoon Suite.”
Tempest and Geren both started guffawing. Then Tempest’s smile turned to a frown. “I don’t know how to tell you this Raoul, but that French poodle over there has been eyeing you like she’s hungry for the past few minutes.”
Raoul swung his half-neck around and spotted the white predator standing by a tree. “Shit! I’m ’bout to go!” He pulled the collar of his tuxedo up around his half-neck as if that would protect his Adam’s apple in case of an attack. “Nice meeting you, ummmmmmm—”
“Tempest.”
“Geren.”
“Tempest and Geren. Unique names. You make a cute couple, too.”
“Thanks,” Geren said, noticing that Tempest was blushing.
“Catch you later,” Raoul said, waving as he walked off.
“Peace,” Tempest shouted out after him. “I hope he makes it to his remote control car before that poodle makes him the catch of the day.”
Geren gawked at her. “Did you say remote control?”
Tempest flung her hand at him and held up her palm. “Pleassssssse don’t ask!”
Geren chuckled but didn’t press any further. He had witnessed enough unbelievable stuff for one day.
“Where did Janessa and Dvontè run off to?” Tempest inquired, realizing she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of them for about an hour.
“They’re probably out in my car, chillin’ and waiting on us. Dvontè got sick and tired of dodging all the women.”
Tempest smacked her lips. “I thought he relished being the object of affection?”
“Normally he does, but not today.” Geren held his hands up over his face, trying to hide the smile on his face. “These sistahs are out there. One woman flashed her sagging breasts at him in the parking lot at the church.”
“Reallllllly?”
“Absolutely!” Geren had a quick flashback of the woman’s breasts. They were touching her belly button, and it almost made him hurl.
“What about you?” Tempest raised her eyebrow. “No woman exposed herself to you?”
Geren put his hands back down and reached over to rub his thumb across Tempest’s right cheek. “Not yet, but the night is still young. Anything’s possible.”
Tempest pulled back from him. She was nervous as hell. She started looking around the yard in an effort to divert her eyes away from Geren’s stare. “Well, it looks like the party is dying down. Why don’t we extend our well wishes to the bride and groom and go find Janessa and Dvontè?”