“Bet,”
Leaning back in his seat at the stoplight, Danger watched her closely. Caresha’s heartbeat quickened when he abruptly reached over to run a hand through her curls. Their eyes locked as he played in it.
“I like your hair like this, ma. It looks good.”
“Like what? I didn’t even style it.”
“Exactly. Natural. I like that shit.”
“Thank you.” Caresha thanked him, but gently took his hand and placed it back in his lap.
Danger smirked, peeping how nervous he made her. He curled his finger back around the trigger of his gun and pulled off.
“You have any kids or crazy-ass bitches I should know about?” Caresha kept the conversation going.
“Nah, none of that.”
“You sure? I mean, not about the kids... but the women?”
“I’m single,” Danger clarified.
“Okay.”
“Why you stay in them raggedy ass apartments?” He changed the subject.
Caresha’s head went from nodding to jerking in disbelief. And as offended as she felt, another laugh escaped her.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Dude, you can’t be serious.”
“Dead ass. You too fuckin’ pretty to be staying in them shits. It’s dangerous as fuck over there, too. I used to be over there all the time. It ain’t no place for a woman like you.”
“Well, I’m doing what I can, sir. Those apartments might be raggedy, but they’re affordable in this economy.”
“I respect that.”
“Don’t worry about my shit unless you’re paying for it.”
“That can be arranged if you play yo’ cards right.”
“Oh, so you a trick?”
“I wouldn’t callmaking sure the woman you fuckin’ with is straight,trickin’.”
“I hear you. What area do you live in, Mr. Judgmental?”
“Peachwood.”
“Peachwood? Hmm, that makes sense.”
“What you mean by that?”
“It fits you. The beltway literally separates you from the hood. You’re close enough to stay connected with your peoplebut in a safe area to lay your head and not have to sleep with one eye open.”
“Smart girl.” Danger winked as he switched lanes.
