Night By Night

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Blurb:

A ‘black woman, white man’ romance story. When Jennifer uncharacteristically ends up in a one-night stand, she soon after feels regret. Always the sensible one, and the positive role model for young African American women in her neighborhood, this regret is understandable.

But what she didn’t expect is that feeling turning to… desire. Admittedly, the man she was with was just her type. And when she can’t get him off her mind, she knows she has to do something about it.

Will she be able to track down her new flame? And will this one-nighter even be interested in anything more? Discover now in this interracial BWWM romance novel by Crystal Williams.

Chapter 1

Jennifer stirred and fluttered her eyes open, not entirely anxious for the morning, for with it came yet another dim hope of landing a job. Each morning represented a annoying disappointment that she had no job and hadn’t for the past six months; the errands she ran for some institutions could not be so classified as a job and as she walked the streets, she couldn’t help but envy even the waitresses at the diners for being more stably and gainfully employed.

She sighed and rolled out of bed, tiredness still weighing down on her as she went to the small bathroom to freshen up. Maybe if she went jogging her mind would clear and she might have a change of attitude. She slipped into her running gears and bounced downstairs. She had short curly hair that didn’t need much combing; she simply shook it and the heavy curls fell into place. She pulled her door up on her way out and pressed the button on her iPod that would allow relaxing music to enter her consciousness as she jogged. She started off at a steady pace and in no time was at the community park. It was a huge circular property and one full turn of it would last for approximately thirty minutes; that was all she needed. Half way through her jogging, her mind was still racing as she saw several individuals hurrying to work. She pretended not to notice but by the time she was through, it had gotten to her.

She went back home and towel dried herself before flopping down on the sofa. An extension of this would see her funds she had saved for emergencies drying up and the thought of this sent her mind into a panic. She went to the kitchen to make herself some tea, after which she walked over to the computer. Maybe she needed to revamp her current resume to make it more relevant, if that was even possible; she had changed it several times in the last few weeks. She copied a few of them and slipped them into some envelopes. She would try to get something today before her funds completely withered away. As it is, she was pinching and she was glad she didn’t have any one or even a car to maintain.

She went to her bathroom to wash the street dust off of her and then donned a pair of slacks and a shirt. She turned in the mirror, contemplating whether she should tuck it in or leave it out; she finally decided on tucking it in; it gave her a more professional look. She stuck her feet into a pair of matching loafers and grabbed her handbag from the hook in the corner of the room. She whispered a silent prayer and stepped out into the street with a bright smile and a new attitude. She could at least fool herself by so doing.

Jennifer made several stops to law firms, real estate agencies, grocery shops and even at local restaurants and bars. She felt flustered by the time she returned home, having received no positive vibe anywhere except for a real estate company. The place seemed really classy so when she stopped with her last letter, she wasn’t sure they would even look her over twice. The receptionist had seemed rather nice and turned her letter over in her hands before smiling at her. A spark maybe? Perhaps! She tossed her handbag on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. She wobbled to the refrigerator, only now realising she hadn’t really had anything to eat from morning. She took out the milk and some cereal and an apple and made herself a bowl. She sliced the apples and tossed the pieces in before returning to the sofa and flipping the television set on.

Just then her cell phone began to ring. “Hey Sara,” she answered.

“Are you home?” Sara asked.

“Where else would a jobless person be?” she asked.

“Very funny. I am coming over,” she said.

“Wait…” Jennifer began but her words were cut short as Sara hung up. What was she thinking anyway? Sara was the kind of girl who did as she pleased at all times; her saying no wouldn’t have stopped her from coming. She began watching a movie that she wasn’t sure of the title, and before she knew it she had fallen asleep. She wasn’t sure for how long she slept, but it was close to dusk when she jumped up, having heard a sound. She lay there listening, the house in partial darkness, as she steadied her focus and cleared her mind from the grogginess. When she did she realised it was Sara knocking and calling her from outside.

“Jenny, are you in there?” she called.

“Hold on Sara,” she answered, jumping up from the sofa. She hurried to the door and opened it to a flustered Sara.

“Where the hell were you? I have been calling you for the last five minutes,” she said as she brushed past Jennifer. “Don’t tell me you were sleeping again.”

“Again? What else am I to do anyway? I have been on the road since morning dropping off letters everywhere that would take them. Is it against your humanity that I sleep?” asked Jennifer, now getting annoyed by Sara.

“I know what we will do. We are going out tonight. Get your clothes on,” she demanded.

Jennifer stood there looking at her, her arms folded. “I am not in the mood for that Sara,” she finally said and walked off.

“I don’t care what you are in the mood for Jenny. For months you have sat here moping over the ‘poor state of your affairs’. When was the last time you even got laid?” she asked.

“What’s it to you? I don’t want to go out. You can go get laid if you want to but I am staying here,” she declared.

“Come on Jenny. Okay, do it for me then. I want to go out and I would like the pleasure of your company. Please?” she pleaded. Jennifer was unmoved.

“Pretty please,” she said and fluttered her lashes as she spoke. “Come on,” she continued, shaking her shoulders now. “Do it for me please?”

“Alright, alright,” Jennifer conceded. “Anything to stop that whining.”

Sara pranced about the room in a celebratory dance. “Okay, go and get ready. I know about this great place that is the latest rage but I have only been there twice.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes at her and walked off to her bedroom. She returned later wearing a skin hugging jeans and a turtle neck top that lifted her bosom. Her outfit revealed all the curves on her slim figure and Sara couldn’t help but whistle at her.

“Ooh Mama,” she said as she clicked her tongue.

Jennifer ignored her and took up the same bag she had carried earlier. “Come on, before I change my mind,” she said.

“Right away,” Sara grinned. Sara didn’t differ much from Jennifer in appearance as she too had a slim built. She had brown hair that was mostly straight and went very well with her hazel eyes. She was stunning and seemed to always have some man gawking at her. She basked in the attention she received, and oftentimes left the poor fools fanning dust from their eyes when she left them with their heads spinning, wondering what had just happened. For years she had been trying to get Jennifer to ‘loosen up’ and enjoy life, but Jennifer was more the conservative type. She was attractive, and won the affections of many men, but unlike Sara, she often failed to notice. She had other more important things to attend to, like finding a stable job and building her career.

The ‘rage’ was just a few blocks away, and they pulled up to the secluded spot ten minutes after they drove out. Looking on, no one would realise this was somewhere to hang; the place had a rustic look and didn’t seem to have many visitors around. Sara squeezed the car through a very narrow alleyway which opened up into a spacious parking lot. Jennifer wondered how she even heard about this place but she didn’t bother to ask; it was Sara after all.

Sara rolled the car into an empty lot and switched off the engine. “Okay, here we are,” she said as she slid from behind the wheel. She too was wearing jeggings so she was comfortable enough to challenge the night wind that had already begun to chill. Jennifer shivered as she followed Sara up a small flight of stairs and through a back door. Once inside they walked through a semi-spacious hallway that was sealed off by yet another door. As they approached a tall gentleman approached them, and then smiled at Sara.