Short Story: Difficult to Satisfy Pt 5

Clinton was wound up with undeniable anticipation of seeing Kerra at his party. He knew in his mind he was behaving like a hormonal fifteen year old boy, but his heart always beat louder than his logic. From the moment he laid eyes on Kerra at a community fundraiser event her previous employer hosted, he knew that she was one of a kind. The appeal of Kerra was not her look, but what she evoked from within. How she felt about the causes of inadequate fresh food supply into communities cut off by transportation and poverty and what she did to help bring the monies to grow food locally and train residents to maintain their crops, all with no corporate or federal backing; she was some special kind of woman! The fact that she was breathtakingly beautiful was a happy bonus!

That night he made it his business to introduce himself; with his family’s history for good measure. The Judges were a family who were known throughout the community for their service excellence and sustainable efforts with community programming. He figured he would have no problem catching Kerra James’ attention that night. And although he wanted to speak about business, his logic told him that it was not all he was after. Thinking it was the alcohol, Clinton put his glass of scotch on the passing waiter tray. He settled into a corner of the room, enclosed by two columns that adorn the Herndon Home, and watched Kerra, more carefully than before.

She seemed to move throughout the crowd as if she were a gracious Queen. No arrogance shown in her demeanor, her effortless smile and the intent look of genuine interest she gave each person who wished to speak with her, made him want to reach out to her. God! How he wanted to pull her tall frame into his and slowly guide her around the room, slowly basking in her glory, savoring the rays of her goodness. It made a man like Clinton feel good to have a woman who draws other unto her, without being provocative. Her femininity was intoxicating, he wondered how her tall frame would feel hugged closed to his. Without another moment to waste on his far-fetched fantasies, he gathered himself to approach her.

Clinton let out a deep sigh as he brought his mind back to the present. He was awaiting the arrival of his best friend Matthew Pitts, who also served as his business partner. The two had been building their marketing firm for the past five years. Just as he were about to call Matt, his friend entered the coffee shop wearing a wide grin across his face.

Either you have good news or you found a parking space close to the shop? Clinton spoke cheerfully.

Ahh my good man, not only do I have good news, but I too found a close spot! But before I get ahead of myself, lemme place my order. Did you order yet? Matt removes his jacket and picks up his menu, peering over the top to get Clint’s reaction.

No, not yet. I was waiting on you. And instead of ordering at the counter, now you just fill out this cards and take it up front. He pushed a card towards Matt, who speedily filled his out and waited for Clinton to pass his.

After their orders were in, the two sat across each other in the booth as Matt got settled in to share his good news.

Remember the chick I use to date who does the PR for the LemonLime Restaurant Group? Shelly. Shelly Kilmer?

Clint nods his head.

Well, she tells me that they are preparing to open a new restaurant on the main entrance of Lenox Mall. They aren’t currently working with a marketing firm and they don’t currently have an in-house personnel….she put our name in the hat man! We could totally get this bid!

Clinton looked at his friend’s grin and felt his spreading across his own face.

Man, this is great news! We have been waiting to bag a top brand, this could be the start of many more to come!

I know. Matt spoke. This is why it is important that your party is beyond what it normally is. We have to show these people what we are capable of even on a birthday party level! Matt was so excited his arm movements help to exaggerate his words.

Clinton understood what he was saying; however he was positive that what he had planned for his special night would have everyone leaving in high spirits. The party was handled.

Listen, I know you have everything handled already man, it’s just, I am so pumped about this opportunity! I’ve been so excited, I haven’t had time to find a date for the party. He thought for a quick second. Maybe Shelly? Nah. Too soon for business and pleasure….although, we’ve had our pleasure before. He grinned despite his efforts not to.

Clinton shook his head at his friend as he chuckled.

What about you Clint? Who are you bringing to the party? Matt asked.

Clinton thought about telling Matt of Kerra’s invite to the party, but decided against it. The two never really seemed to hit it off. Matt did not understand the affection Clinton held for her.

I honestly have not yet decided if I should have a date present.

Would that have anything to do with the fact that a Ms. Kerra James is in town? Matt asked casually as he seasoned his piping hot breakfast plate. He looked up to meet Clinton’s gaze, awaiting his friend’s answer.

How did you kn…

Man, how many times do I have to tell you? I know people everywhere. They see it all and figure to tell me. Besides, when were you going to tell me that you knew?

Clinton sighs. I don’t know. You always give me so much crap about Kerra. I guess, I didn’t want to hear it this time. Plus, it’s just a party, not like she and I will be alone. He turned to look out the window as he ended his sentence. In his mind he could see her again at that fundraiser, looking beautiful and regal. And he thought about how he’d wanted a moment alone with her then. He dragged his hand down his face as if wiping off the emotion of the memory.

And so it begins. Matt muttered. Chasing Kerra.

In his mind, Kerra should be falling at her knees to have the affection of Clinton Judge. He could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted her, a Black woman.

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2 comments

    1. Ahhh, I am still developing characters and the plot….I think it may work itself into something entertaining.

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