Not His Type

by Canton, Chamein

  Marcus explored the softness of all her curves. He ran his fingers through her hair, down her neck and then ever so slowly down her back. He paused to unbutton her pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. He felt her body tighten as he inched ever closer to the sweet spot just beyond.

  She pulled away suddenly. “Wait a second.” She could barely catch her breath.

  “Is something wrong?” Marcus worried.

  “No. I just want to be sure this won’t affect you later.”

  “Affect me later?”

  “I’m afraid this will affect your performance.”

  She looked at his expression. He thinks I mean need a little blue pill performance. “Affect your performance for the game,” she clarified.

  He let out a relieved laugh. “I thought you meant…” He shook his head. “Never mind what I thought. I can assure you making love to you before the game isn’t going to affect my performance on the field.”

  She was still tentative. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be the Yoko Ono of baseball, especially here in New York. The fans would never forgive me.”

  “You won’t drain my mojo. I will be just as ready for this game as I am for any other.”

  “So it’s just a myth?” She still wasn’t quite convinced.

  He leaned in to kiss her again. “I’ll prove it.”

  Cathy’s heart raced as he took her hand in his and led her back to the bedroom. She worried about how her body looked. Even though she’d given birth nearly twenty years earlier, no amount of cocoa butter had rid her of all the telltale stretch marks. Within a moment her jeans and lacy panties were off. She closed her eyes and braced herself as Marcus looked at her.

  He was puzzled. “Why did you close your eyes?”

  She felt bashful. “It’s been a little while since I’ve been with someone and I am not exactly the model type.” “You don’t have a thing to be bashful for, you’re beautiful.”

  He laid her across the bed. “Keep your eyes open. I don’t want you to miss one second.”

  His lips caressed the back of her neck and spine to the very small of her back. Cathy’s passion ignited; she didn’t know whether he kissed her one hundred or a thousand times and she didn’t care. Her senses were awakened from their long exile. She wanted him then and there but he held back, touching her softly and deliberately. Cathy felt fluid and as light as silk.

  Completely excited, she quickly turned the tables. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered.

  Never much of the aggressor in the bedroom before this, Cathy took command of Marcus’s body, tantalizing and titillating him with her lips. She hovered over his chest to let her tongue slightly tease him. She softly kissed him every other moment or so to keep him guessing. His breathing grew more intense. Nearly crawling out of his own skin, he lifted her chin. “I have to have you now.”

  He reached over into his nightstand to get a condom and a minute later they were two bodies intertwined making love in the afternoon…twice.

  v

  Marcus showered and dressed while Cathy dozed. She looked like such an angel, he thought better of waking her up and decided to make alternate arrangements. He called Louis.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Louis.”

  “Mr. Fox. Do you want me to come for you now?” “No. I’m going to take another car over. I need you to

  come and pick Ms. Chambers up between five and fivethirty.”

  “Not a problem. I’ll be there.”

  “Thanks.”

  Just as he hung up the phone rang again.

  “Hello?”

  “Marcus?”

  “Dad?”

  “Yeah. I just wanted to let you know that we decided to fly down for the game. We should be at the stadium in plenty of time.”

  “Terrific.”

  “Is Cathy going to be there?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. We’re looking forward to meeting her.”

  “Okay, Dad, I’ll see you after the game.”

  “See you then.”

  Marcus looked at his watch. He had time for one more phone call.

  “Hello?”

  “Ben?”

  “What can I do for you, Marcus?”

  “My parents are coming tonight so I need to make sure they can sit in their usual spot, plus one.”

  “You’re seating Cathy next to them? Does she know about this?” he asked, knowing it was a big deal for one of Marcus’s girlfriends to sit with his parents at a game. “Not yet.”

  “Don’t you think she should? If you seat her next to your parents, you’re telling the world that she’s the one.”

  Marcus thought for a minute. “That is exactly right.”

  Ben was floored. “So you think you’ve found the one?”

  “I know it sounds strange, especially for me, but yes, I can see a future with her in it.”

  Ben smiled. “Okay then, I’ll make a phone call and get it all straight.”

  “Thanks.” He looked at his watch. “I hate to run, but I have to finish getting ready.”

  “See you tonight.”

  Marcus made a quick call for another car and went back into the bedroom where Cathy was just beginning to wake up.

  Cathy opened her eyes and there was Marcus, dressed in khaki pants and a pin-striped shirt.

  He smiled at her. “Hey there, sleepy.”

  She pulled the covers up before she sat up. It took a minute for her to get her bearings.

  “How long was I asleep?”

  “Not long. It was more of a cat nap.”

  She looked at the clock. “It’s time for you to head to the stadium.”

  “I know. But I ordered a couple of sandwiches for us. I wasn’t sure what kind to get you, so I ordered roast beef. We didn’t exactly make food a priority. It’s on the counter in the kitchen.”

  “Thanks. I love roast beef.”

  “Good.” He looked at his watch. “I don’t have much more time to get to the stadium.”

  She took in a whiff of his cologne. He smelled fantastic. “You look like you just stepped off the cover of GQ.”

  He smiled. “You think so?”

  “Definitely. You look and smell good enough to eat.”

  “Promise?”

  “You are so bad,” she chuckled.

  Marcus was so hungry for her soft lips. He leaned over to kiss her.

  “You were amazing this afternoon.” He was an inch from her face.

  “You weren’t half bad yourself.”

  They kissed again.

  “Think we can pick up where we left off a little later?”

  “I’m game if you are.”

  He winked. “Good.”

  “I have to get going, but Louis will be here to pick you up for the game later. He’s going to drop you off in the players’ lot, and just like before, Melvin will meet you there to take you to your seat.”

  “Great. Melvin’s a nice young man.”

  “Should I be jealous?”

  “You’re such a joker.” She playfully hit him. “He’s not much older than my sons.”

  “Well, you are a beautiful woman. I wouldn’t blame him if he tried.”

  She blushed again. “I can’t believe I’m still turning red. You’ve seen me naked and still I blush like a teenager.”

  He kissed her. “I think it’s cute.”

  She patted his butt. “Now get a move on. We need a five game winning streak.”

  “Yes, ma’am, I aim to please.” He joked. He picked up his bag. “Louis will be here between five and five-thirty.”

  “I’ll be ready. See you later.”

  Once Marcus left, she stretched out to enjoy the butter soft sheets. Although she missed Marcus, she was glad no one was there to see the goofy grin on her face. At forty years of age she had just had the best sex of her rather sheltered life. She had only been with three men: her exhusband, her ex-boyfriend Paul and now Marcus made number three. Today she felt as if s
he had traded way up.

  Even though she didn’t want to leave the comfort of the bed, her stomach had different ideas. She was ravenous. Standing up in the kitchen, she finished her sandwich in record time. Satisfied on two levels, she took a bath in Marcus’s spa-like tub. Wrapped in a towel twenty minutes later, she opened her bag and saw that her sister had packed several of her sexiest bra and panty sets, along with four changes of outfits, a couple of sweaters, her makeup bag and toiletries, enough stuff for Cathy to stay at least a week. “Maybe she knew something I didn’t know,” she said out loud.

  Cathy began to get herself ready for the game. She wanted to make sure her hair, makeup and clothes were on point. Cathy knew being with Marcus Fox meant time in the spotlight, whether she liked it or not. Over the years, every hot spot in the city had had a picture of Marcus stepping out with the latest ‘it girl’. But Cathy was the first fullfigured woman he’d ever dated and in a strange way there was a lot more riding on this than her heart.

  She went into the bathroom to quickly finish her makeup. The phone rang a few times before the machine picked it up.

  “Hi, this is Marcus. I’m not available at the moment. So please leave a brief message and I will call you back.”

  “Hey, baby,” a voice purred. Cathy quickly became interested in this phone call.

  “It’s Sarah. I’m in town and I wanted to see if we could get together. Give me a buzz. You know the number.”

  All of a sudden Cathy’s confidence vanished. Every insecurity she’d ever had flooded back in an instant. “I’ll bet he does know the number,” she growled. Damn it, Cathy! Stop the madness before it starts, she scolded herself. The fact is that though I feel like I’ve always known him, it’s only been three days. I don’t have the right to get mad. Marcus didn’t live in a monastery. He had a social life, a very active social life before me.

  Cathy nearly jumped out of her skin when the intercom buzzed.

  “Yes?”

  “Miss Chambers, Louis is here. Do you want us to send him up?”

  “No. I’ll be down in a minute. Thank you.”

  Cathy grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

  v

  There was a lot of activity in the clubhouse. The players were in the zone and getting ready to take the field. Game face on and all suited up, Marcus worked on his glove. Tim Dugan joined him.

  “How’s it going, Marcus?”

  “Not bad, Tim. How about you?”

  “I’m good.” He hemmed and hawed a bit. “Are you sure

  everything’s okay?”

  “You saw the paper this morning, right?”

  “Yeah. I think we all saw it.”

  “I’m not worried about it. As long as she didn’t get

  upset, that’s all I need to know,” Marcus said calmly. “Good. She’s pretty, Marcus.”

  “Thanks. I think so, too.”

  Just then, rookie Miguel Torres entered the clubhouse.

  He seemed excited to see Marcus.

  “Hey, Marcus!” he shouted.

  “Hey, Miguel.” Marcus smiled at his enthusiasm. They shook hands.

  “You know, Marcus, I met some old friends of yours last

  weekend.”

  Marcus moved on to cleaning his cleats. “You did?” “Do the names Melinda and Zoe ring a bell?” The names rang a bell, but not in a good way. Melinda

  and Zoe were baseball groupies.

  “I know them.” He was very matter of fact. “They’re outside and they want to say hello.” Marcus realized Miguel didn’t know any better. They

  were good time girls and that was it.

  “That’s all right. Just tell them hello for me.” “Are you sure?”

  Marcus got up. “Absolutely. If you’d excuse me…” He walked away.

  Tim looked up. “Man, don’t you read the papers?” “Yes. I mean, sometimes,” Miguel answered. “Did you see today’s paper?”

  “No.”

  “Marcus has a new girlfriend.”

  “Oh.”

  “So he doesn’t want to get caught up with a couple of

  baseball groupies with new boob jobs.”

  “How did you know about that?”

  Tim grinned at his teammate’s greenness. “Everybody

  knows about it.” He patted his back as he got up. Juan jumped into the conversation. “I think Marcus is serious about his new girl. He walked away without so much as a second thought.”

  “I never thought I’d see the day when Marcus Fox settled down and forgot about all these crazy chicks.” Tim shook his head.

  “I don’t think Marcus did either but it had to happen eventually,” Juan added.

  CHAPTER 12

  Cathy had plenty of time to think about things on the ride to the stadium. Memory of how Sarah’s voice had practically purred into the machine annoyed the hell out of her. Am I destined to be another Sarah purring into the machine like some cat in heat? Am I just a booty call? Could I live with that? Obviously Sarah is fine with it.

  Cathy fidgeted in the car, then sighed out loud. I broke my own cardinal rule and slept with Marcus after one date. Breakfast doesn’t count as a second date. Oh my God! Am I a ho? she worried. After all, what man takes a woman seriously who slept with him after one date? God, I can hear my mother now. ‘You were out there being one of those slutty gals.’ She stared out of the window as they neared the stadium. I guess I’d better enjoy the evening; it just might be my last.

  Melvin stood at the curb waiting for her. “Thanks for getting me here safely, Louis. I got to enjoy being a passenger for today anyway.”

  He looked confused. “You’re welcome, Ms. Chambers, but I will see you after the game.”

  I hope so. She smiled as Melvin opened the door.

  “Hello, Ms. Chambers. Good to see you again.”

  “Hi, Melvin.”

  “If you will please follow me. We are going to take a slightly different route today.”

  “Lead the way.”

  Melvin led her past all the different seating levels. “Have you ever been field level before, Ms. Chambers?”

  “No. I usually come for day games and I can’t be in the sun.”

  “Oh. You won’t have that problem tonight.”

  As they walked down a bit more, Cathy glanced ahead and came to a dead stop.

  “Ms. Chambers, are you okay?”

  “Are you sure I’m supposed to be over here?”

  “Yes. Mr. Fox specifically requested that you be seated behind the Yankee dugout.”

  “Yes, but his parents are there. Am I sitting nearby?”

  “You’re seated next to them.”

  “Oh, okay.” Her voice squeaked. She sounded like Alvin the chipmunk.

  There they were, Evelyn and Joseph Fox. Everyone in New York knew Mr. and Mrs. Fox. “Here you go Ms. Chambers,” Melvin said.

  “Thanks.”

  Mr. Fox stood up to let her in the row. “Joseph Fox.” He shook her hand.

  “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fox. I’m Catherine Chambers. Please call me Cathy.”

  “Nice meeting you. This is my wife, Evelyn.”

  They shook hands. “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Fox.” She sat down.

  “Marcus told us we were going to have company.”

  Cathy did not want to look like a deer in headlights so she smiled. Marcus surely hadn’t told her.

  “He did, did he?”

  “He says your family has a tradition of being Yankee fans.”

  “That’s very true. My great grandfather would take my grandmother to games when Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig played. So naturally the tradition has continued through the years.”

  “Wow, isn’t that something?” Mrs. Fox smiled.

  “So I will be on my best behavior. The only time I ever yell and scream is at home.”

  They laughed.

  “Marcus tells us you have two young men in college. You must be so proud.”

  “I can’t even begin to expl
ain how proud I am, Mr. Fox, but I think you and Mrs. Fox know a thing or two about being proud parents.”

  Before they could say any more the Yankees took the field. Cathy reached into her bag to put her cell on vibrate just in case. The game was underway.

  The top of the first was a one, two, three inning and then the Yankees came up to bat. Marcus was on deck. He looked around at the stands and spotted his parents. Cathy wasn’t in sight because her watch had slid off and she had bent down to get it. Mrs. Fox tapped on her shoulder.

  “Cathy, I think Marcus is looking for you dear.”

  She quickly sat up.

  Marcus smiled and mouthed, ‘Hey Cathy,’ and winked before he stepped up to the plate.

  Cathy felt her face break out in that goofy grin. She silently prayed to God, ‘Please don’t let me be on camera. I have a dumb grin on my face.’

  The count was 0-1. Cathy was so tense about his first at bat she thought she would wring her hands off. Another pitch, a curve ball that went a little too inside, the count was 1-1. She clapped her hands together. “Come on, baby,” she whispered.

  Cathy needed to see a base hit to prove she hadn’t played Delilah to his Samson. Then the bat made contact, and she watched as Marcus drove the ball into the gap for a single.

  “All right!” She clapped and smiled at his parents. It was the beginning of a good night.

  By the third inning the Yankees were up 4-2 over the Blue Jays. Marcus’s second hit of the game was a double that drove in two runs. Cathy was so caught up in the game she didn’t realize her cell phone was vibrating in her bag.

  Mr. Fox woke her from her trance. “I think your cell phone’s vibrating in your purse.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Thanks for telling me.”

  She quickly got it out. The text message read, ‘Mom call us as soon as possible.’ Cathy got onto her feet quickly and turned to Mrs. Fox.

  “I’m sorry to put you to the trouble of getting up, but I have to call my kids. They sent me an emergency message and I don’t want to disturb anyone.”

  “That’s quite all right, dear. I hope everything is okay.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Fox. So do I.”