Caresha smiled faintly as he let her go. “Get me their stuffed tacos with extra bell peppers, a large onion ring, and a large tropical punch.”
“Tacos and onion rings?” Danger scrunched up his nose. “Let me find out you pregnant. You got a kid on the way instead?”
“Absolutely the fuck not.”
“Bet not.”
“Or what?” she questioned for the hell of it.
Danger ran a hand down his face, shrugging, but didn’t say anything.
“You would stop talking to me?” Caresha asked, folding her arms.
He looked at her, licking his lips. Those almond-shaped eyes framed by thick lashes had a way of pulling him in, making him feel like he’d do just about anything for her. And he hardly even fucking knew her.
“Nah, wouldn’t matter to me.”
Caresha could tell from the look on his face that he was lying. He looked like the type that didn’t play about that kind of shit.
And she was right.
Hassan was no Ahmad Knight. He wasn’t interested in raising another man’s seed. When the time came, he wanted his woman carrying his babies and his babies only. And that was that.
“You’s a lie and the truth ain’t in you.” She nudged his head.
“Man, watch out. Get yo’ lil ass in the car.”
Laughing, Danger helped her back inside. After closing the passenger door, he headed into the small restaurant.
From the car, Caresha could see through the restaurant’s window. She watched as he walked inside, dapping up niggas he knew along the way and tossing off death stares to those he didn’t recognize. She even witnessed the women who walked up to him. The last female that stood in his face, Caresha could tell he knew her well… most likely even fucked. He had to keep brushing her off, and once he finally did, he turned to see if she was watching and had caught it. They locked eyes, Caresha shaking her head at him.
Being who she was, though, Caresha said fuck how tired she was and hopped out of the car. She had to show these females what it was, even if she wasn’t surewhat the hell it was.It was the fire in her.
Caresha looked good as she walked through the door. She wasn’t overly thick by any means, but she wasn’t a tiny girl either. Her one-hundred-and-forty-seven-pound frame accentuated her outfit, drawing the eyes of everyone around. What she lacked in breasts, she made up for in ass and thighs. Niggas standing nearby began to follow her with their gazes, tempted to shoot their shot. But Caresha had tunnel vision; she kept it pushing. And once she stood by Danger, they all looked away out of fear and respect. They didn’t want those kinds of problems.
“Thought you were too tired to come in?” Danger smirked, kicking his foot up on the wall as he leaned back against it.
“Yeah, well I changed my mind. But I still wanna eat in the car, though.”
He chuckled knowingly, pulling her close to him by her waist. He, too, had to let muthafuckas know what time it was, even if he wasn’t sure where things between them were headed. He saw them niggas watching her.
“Brim say it’ll be ‘bout ten minutes. I’ma get you fed.”
“Okay,” Caresha smiled, gazing up at him.
They made small talk as they waited for the food. And as Caresha expected, the females watched her with jealousy but didn’t dare approach again.
While talking, she studied everything about Danger’s appearance: how he wore his locks in a bun, how his clothes hugged his frame, and how his chocolate skin glistened under the lighting. She couldn’t understand how jeans and a leather vest could look so damn good. But she quickly learned it was the man wearing them. Danger was a beautiful man, and the sight made her pulse quicken.
Once their food was announced ready, Danger went to use the restroom before they headed out. Caresha seized the moment to pull out her phone and shoot her girl a text.
Sis, listen here. I’ma kick your ass real good for meeting these niggas…if this fine muthafucka plays with me.
Her phone dinged a few seconds later, and she was surprised Nivéa wasn’t asleep yet.
Niv:Well, tread lightly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, sis.
Chile, please. What you wouldn’t do? You did everything crazy. Letting that man break into your house and stay the night. I just know Mama was rolling over in her damn grave.
