I moved kind of reckless that night, and I didn’t need anyone to find out that I was a middle school principal and try to report me or some shit. Things could have turned out completely different. Maybe I would have found out about Paris sooner had London been able to find me, but that was neither here nor there.
“Gotcha. I’m glad things are working out for you guys. I hope y’all have a good date tonight.” She stood from the chair. “I’m sure I’ll hear it about later.” She giggled. “Byeee, Mr. Lancaster.”
I shook my head as she walked out of my office. I got back to doing what I needed to get done before I left for the day. I wanted to leave a little early so I could stop at the barbershop. London told me she had the day off, so I planned for an early date.
“You look gorgeous,”I told London when she opened her front door.
She wore a one-piece black jumper that looked like it was made specifically for her.
“Thank you. And you look nice. Did you get your hair cut today?”
“I did. Are those shoes going to be comfortable?”
I told her to wear something that she would be comfortable walking in. I didn’t expect that it would be heels. They weren’t sky high, but still.
“I wear heels for a living. Trust me, I’m good.”
I looked down at her feet again and licked my lips. I pictured her in nothing but them heels. Maybe if this date went well, my dream would come true.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” London asked as she stepped onto the porch.
“Like what?”
I was too busy lusting after her that I didn’t even ask her if she was ready. I figured she was since she came outside.
“You looking like you want to eat me up or something.”
I bit my bottom lip as my gaze traveled the length of her body.
“Because I do.” I wasn’t going to hide what I felt about her. “But only whenever you allow me to. In the meantime, let’s get our date started.”
I held my hand out, and she placed her soft one in mine. Her nails were painted a soft pink color, and I liked the way it looked on her. I wondered if her toes were the same color.
I led her down the steps to my SUV, then helped her inside since it was high off the ground.
“So how was your day?” I asked when I got in the driver’s seat.
“It was good. Paris and I did a little shopping before I dropped her off at my parents’. After that I chilled, pumped, and got ready for our date.” She beamed. “Yours?”
“Mine was good. I did go to work for a little bit, then went to get a haircut.”
“It looks nice.”
Her compliment made me blush a little.
We talked a little more about our days, and she told me about some of the things she had gotten for Paris. She also told me she tried carrots but wasn’t a fan. I told her how I didn’t like carrots either, so she got it honest.
A short time later, we arrived at a flower farm. It was a black-owned farm that cultivated flowers, plants, and foliage for the nearby flower shops. They even did tours where we could pick our own flowers, and that was the purpose of the date.
“Oh, wow. I’ve never been here before,” London said as I found a parking spot.
“Good. I didn’t ask, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I figured we could pick a bouquet of flowers for each other, eat something if you want, or just walk around.”
“That’s why you said wear something comfortable. I like it.” She unbuckled her seat belt and put her bag over her shoulder.
I got out and walked around to her side of the car, then opened the door for her.
We held hands as we walked toward the entrance. There was a woman who greeted us and gave us all the information we needed. She also told us about a small tea shop that was on the farm and suggested we try it.
