Chapter 12A Chapter by Lizet ElaineBetween Lovers Chapters 12 ©Lizzie 2003-present “Ms. Bradshaw, here to see your father?” the man asked Jacob laughed, “And a good time we shall have.” They began to walk to the elevator but he stopped and turned around, “If you know who decides to show up call and let me know.” The doorman nodded his head, “She came by not too long ago, but I wouldn’t let her up.” Jacob sighed, “Thanks.” He pushed the up button on the elevator and the doors opened. Jacob and “Crazy ex.” Jacob said, “But don’t worry, she won’t be bothering us.” The doors opened on the third floor and they walked out, “You know, if you moved here, you’d be on this floor.” he said as they walked down the hall to his apartment. “Really, I didn’t know that.” Jacob nodded his head and stopped at a door, “Exactly three doors from me and my brother.” he pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Jacob laughed and pushed the door open allowing Jacob raised an eyebrow, closed the door and locked it, “Showing men a good time?” Jacob made his way to the kitchen and flipped on the light, “I can hardly wait.” he turned and looked at “Already trying to liquor me up?” she said with a smirk “Maybe.” he said, “I have anything and everything under the sun.” “Imports or domestic?” “Both.” he said “I’m in a festive mood; I’ll go with an import.” Jacob handed her a beer and grabbed one for himself. Then he walked back to the living room, “Why are you in a festive mood?” Alexandria used the bottom of her shirt to open the beer and tossed the cap in the trash can as she walked to the sofa and sat down, “Where to start…I quit my job, I have an interview for a new job in a couple day, I’m staying in a crappy place that my uncle leases, oh and I sign the lease on the place three doors down in a couple days.” Jacob nodded his head and took a sip of his beer then looked at her, “I’m sorry to hear about staying at a crappy pla…you’re moving into my building?” “Correction, I’m moving into Erik’s building, but I’ll be three doors from you.” “Then we really need to celebrate.” Jacob said standing up and walking to his stereo to turn it on. Bob Marley blasted through the speakers, “I think a celebration song is due.” “I can’t wait to see this.” Jacob skipped the CD to Bob Marley’s I Shot the Sheriff. He mumbled his way through the song, but when the chorus came he belted it out at the top of his lungs. “I shot the sheriff, but I say, but I didn't shoot no deputy,” he took a swig of his beer and moved to the music, “Ooh, no, oh I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy Ooo, ooo, ooh.” All while Jacob was singing, Jacob stopped and looked at her, “What? Don’t you like my singing?” “It’s not that.” she said trying to stop from laughing more, “It’s your dancing…” “What’s wrong with my dancing?” he asked “Well, you know the saying, ‘white men can’t jump’?” Jacob nodded his head, “Well, you are one white man who can’t dance. But don’t worry, I can teach you.” “You think you can teach me to dance?” he asked “If I can teach little kids, then you should be a piece of cake.” she said walking to him, “First you have to loosen up.” she stood next to him, “Follow what I do.” she rotated her head in a circle to the left then to the right, “Next, just shake…shake your entire body.” she began to shake her body then stopped when she got dizzy. She grabbed her stomach, “Okay, I should have known not to do that.” Jacob stopped shaking his body and looked at her, “Are you okay?” “Let’s sit you down.” he said leading her to the sofa, “And I think this is the last beer we need to have tonight.” “Fine with me.” © 2008 Lizet Elaine |
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