My legs clamped together. I coughed a little. He knew from our conversations that I loved raunchy talk. It fed my slut soul.
“Alright now! Y’all stop being fresh in front of me. At least wait until I go into my house,” my mother said with an eye roll and smile. She came over, kissed my cheek, then put her finger in Tafari’s face. Well, not really his face since he towered over her. “You better treat my baby girl like a queen, princess, human, then slut.”
Lacie and Nicole giggled and my mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe that she said that in front of him. “Okay, let’s go, Tafari.”
I grabbed his hand and led him to the front door. I heard his snickers behind me. When we got to his Bronco, he opened the door for me and helped me in. My skin warmed when hisarm crossed my body and fastened my seat belt. His touch was invigorating, and I wanted so much more of it.
Moments later, we were on our way. He didn’t tell me where we were going, but he told me to dress nicely, which I did. My bodycon dress accentuated every curve that the Lord gave me with an elegance that was befitting of a queen. My gold heels with the angel wings on the back gave a good girl with bad intentions vibe.
“Aye, what did ya mama mean when she told me ta treat you like a queen, princess, human, then slut?” Tafari asked. “I ain’t neva had anyone tell me anything like dat.”
I closed my eyes with a smile.Make sure they treat you like a queen, princess, human, then slut.“It’s something that my mother has told me since I was a sexually active adult. A man should treat you like a queen first which means that he understands you have boss capabilities and can be a leader. He knows that you can handle your own business without him. Next, he needs to treat you like a princess.
“That means that although he knows you’re a queen, he also acknowledges that you are a sensitive being that deserves to be treated softly with compassion. He should be your doorway into a soft girl era. After that, he treats you with the basic human respect that everyone deserves. Last, but not least, he should treat you like a slut. He should be willing to fulfill your sexual desires and smut you out with no remorse,” I concluded.
We came to a stop light. He turned his head and gazed at me for a moment. When the corners of his lips rose with his cheeks, I felt a sense of relief. “I like dat concept. I’ll keep dat in mind, lil one.”
When we pulled up to the valet line at Halls Chophouse, I got excited. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to eat here but never had a chance. I’m happy that I get to experience it with you.”
“Trust me, you’ll get to experience a lot of new things wit’ me. Dats my promise to you,” he said with confidence before he opened his door to get out.
This man was everything. The valet attendant started to open my door but was stopped by Tafari. I heard him tell the guy that it was his job to open my doors, not the next man. His words didn’t come across as jealous or obsessive. They were more territorial.
He kissed my temple before we walked toward the restaurant doors. His hand rested on the small of my back.The touch that I loved.
We were seated immediately. He sat on the same side of the table as me instead of in front of me. I asked why and his simple response was that he wanted to be in my skin. His being next to me was the closest that he could get. We ordered our drinks and appetizers.
Our conversation was lively as we waited for our order. We had covered so much ground on our FaceTime calls when it came to getting to know each other. Our conversations flowed organically. We didn’t grow up together, but it was like I’d known him all my life.
When the appetizer came out, we ordered our main dishes. We ate on our appetizer and continued to talk. He took a sip of his drink before he turned his body in his seat to face me. “Pril, so tell me what a man needs ta do to be your man. That’s the spot dat I’m tryin’ to be in and keep for a lifetime.”
How the hell do you answer a question like that?“Wow, no one has ever asked me that before.” It took a second to think about how I wanted to answer his question. “I think that you are on the right track. If who you’re showing yourself to be is the real you, then I think that you’ll be able to get the spot and keep it. Can I ask you a question?”
He smiled, then nodded. “You ca’ ask me whatever you want. Just ta let you know befo’ you ask anything, who you see is who I am.”
I smiled. I wasn’t sure if there were stars in my eyes, but it sure felt like there were. “That’s good to know. I wanted to ask you for now and when you get that spot, what can I do as your woman to make sure that you’re happy?”
The way he stared at me made me think that I asked the wrong question. There was an awkward silence for a moment before a smile broke through on his handsome face. “Da fact that you asked me dat lets me know dat I don’t need to tell you. I think your intuition will let you know exactly what ta do.”
His hand reached out, then grabbed my neck. He gave it a light squeeze before he pulled me forward to slam his lips on mine. The kiss was passionate and far too nasty to have witnesses. The thing was, I didn’t give a damn. At this point, if he told me to climb on the table face down, ass up I would. I was so into this man.
It’s A Fiancée& A Girlfriend . . .
“I’m a fiancée, bitch!” Nicole danced to the music that played over Lacie’s backyard. The DJ had everyone on the floor.
This party was far better than I ever expected it to be. We had a DJ, an actual bar with a bartender, and food for days. My baby was out here doing his big one with the seafood. If you’ve never been to a crab crack in the low country, then you’ve never lived.
There was something spiritual about when the food was done and everyone lined up at the table. The seafood boil was brought over and dumped on the table in all its flavorful glory. It didn’tmatter that it was burning hot. If you didn’t reach your hand in quickly, you risked not getting any of it.
Tafari made a boil with blue crabs, shrimp, mussels, and crawfish, plus all the other amazing things that went into an award-winning crab boil. His and Jordan’s father was on the two large fryers. They fried fish and chicken . . . in different oils of course. Mrs. Shayla and Lula Mae were in the food truck making sure that the sides were fresh. Between the drinks and food, I was filled to the brim.
I raised my glass in the air. “Yes, you are, bitch! He put a ring on it.”
Lacie’s glass was the next to be raised in the air. “Yes! Now we gonna get Tafari to put a ring on your finger, and we all gonna be married around this bitch!”
Yeah, I’m drunk.In my sober world, that outburst would have embarrassed the hell out of me. In my current buzzed world, my only response was aye.
Jordan and his family were popular, so there were a lot of people at the party. Some I knew, but most of them I didn’t. What I did know was that it didn’t matter who was there, I wanted everyone to know that Tafari Seasons was mine. We hadn’t officially committed to each other per se, but that was my man. I’d be willing to fight anyone who told me otherwise.
