Crown smirked, pulling her into his arms. He stood behind her, sharing stories about each photo…the ages, locations, and feelings from those times. He wanted her to know this part of his world, and was glad she finally wanted to be part of it.
Chapter Seven
It had been two days since they had hung out, and Danger couldn’t get Caresha out of his head. He sat on the hood of his car, parked in front of her job, his phone resting in his hand. The screen was still lit up with the last text she had sent over an hour ago. She was venting about annoying customers and how ready she was to clock out. He hadn’t bothered to reply, and for good reason. He’d rather pull up on her instead.
This was all still crazy to Danger. Usually, dealing with women was simple. Link up, fuck, maybe circle back if the pussy and head were right. Whatever he was doing with Caresha felt different, though. He hadn’t even gotten the pussy yet, and his interest was already piqued. This was something different and refreshing.
The night they hung out had been a whole vibe. They talked, joked, cruised around the city, and laughed like they’d known each other forever. Caresha had distracted him from the grief weighing heavy on his chest. That alone had him wanting to be around her more.
Ten minutes later, the building doors swung open, and Caresha stepped out with one of her coworkers, adjusting her purse on her shoulder.
“Girl, I’m telling you,” Ashlyn whispered. “This nigga on this car so fine. Babyyy, the things I’d do. You know I love me a tall, chocolate one.”
Caresha laughed, realizing Ashlyn was still going on about this guy she claimed to have seen from her workstation window.
“Girl, I’ve been working here for four years, and I haven’t seen anything but ugly, lame-ass niggas come through. It might be one of our coworkers' husbands trying to surprise her or something. Keep your eyes to yourself before you end up fighting out here. I ain’t losing my job helping you fight over a nigga that’s not mine.”
What Caresha really wanted to say was that there was only one friend she was swinging for, and that was Nivéa Knight…her best friend, her sister. Ashlyn was cool to talk to and hang out with occasionally; Caresha even did her silk presses from time to time, but they weren’t locked in like that.
“Girl, please. If that man even blinks my way, I’m going over to that Hellcat and giving him my number. I don’t give a fuck who he belongs to. I’d leave with him today.”
At the mention of a Hellcat, Caresha’s mind raced.Could it be?Curiosity made her scan the parking lot as they walked, but the shed attached to the brick building blocked her view slightly.
“Ash, where is this mystery man? I don’t see anyone.”
“That’s ‘cause he’s on the side. You’ll see. Trust me.”
Caresha continued down the path and turned her head slightly to the right, where she heard music coming from. The moment she spotted Danger, cloaked in all black with J’s on his feet and his Knights chain hanging over his shirt, her steps slowed.
Ashlyn leaned in close and whispered,
“See. I told you. That nigga so fine that he done slowed your walking, girl.” She laughed.
Caresha blinked, genuinely caught off guard. This wasn’t what she expected from Danger. Yet there he was, obviously waiting on her. He caught her staring and smirked as he hopped off his hood.
“No ma’am. You will not be leaving with this man. I know him.”
“For real? Who is he?” Ashlyn questioned, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“Potential. I’ll talk to you later, girl.” Caresha left Ashlyn where she stood as she walked toward Danger.
“Sup, Ree?” He spoke.
“Hey, you.” She smiled, thinking the little nickname he’d given her was cute.
“Took you long enough. Thought you got off at four.”
Caresha folded her arms, taking him in slowly. “I do, but it takes me about thirty minutes to clean my workstation. What you doing here? And how the hell you know the location to where I work?”
“I asked Nivéa where your job was at, so I can pull up on you. I brought you food.”
Caresha’s expression softened, though she tried to hide it from everyone passing by. She didn’t want to appear too unprofessional, though off the clock. But just like that, her day felt lighter. She flicked her side bang out of her face and smiled. He had really been putting in some effort since she told him about himself, texting and calling her throughout the day for two straight days.
“Well, thank you. This was sweet of you… and crazy. If my boss was still here, he would’ve called the cops on you. You’ve got people in there trying to figure out who’s the fine, chocolate nigga blasting loud music in the parking lot.”
“I ain’t worried about that nigga or them pigs. He can send whoever.”
Caresha broke into a smile. “Okay, troublemaker. Stay out of these streets, causing chaos.”
