“Cool. Cool. Put your number in my–”
As his words became muffled, my eyes landed on the long figure headed in my direction. The keys to my car dangled in his hands. I pulled the skin of my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Twelve o’clock,” Saga whispered in my ear.
I pulled the phone from Sed’s fingers and typed in my Google Voice number.
“Your name?”
“Heidi.”
“Nice to meet you, Heidi. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I look forward to it,” I lied.
Without hesitation, I’d string Sed along, canceling one date after the other until his anticipation forced him to purchase a spot on my calendar. The requests would start small.
I was out shopping and saw a dress I’d love for you to see me in.
I saw the cutest top online.
I’d love for you to join me for my appointment at Haute Boutique. We can have dinner immediately after.
My car is with the mechanic. I’m working overtime to pay for it to be fixed. I don’t have much time for a date.
The possibilities were endless.
Flocco’s scent was overwhelming. So was his presence. With his eyes pinned on Sed, he planted his feet firmly in front of me. His hands laced in front of him. His slim nose widened on his face as he released a heap of oxygen.
My heart demanded to be freed from my chest. I straightened my spine. Everything around us became a mere blur.
“Go ahead and erase them digits, homie. Save us all the energy.”
Flocco didn’t stutter. Neither did he show any signs of intimidation or nervousness.
“This you, my nigga?”
“All me,” he lied.
“Say less. Shit, I had no idea.”
“Now you do.”
Sed quickly removed the contact I’d just saved. I sighed as my bottom and top lashes met each other.
Pussy. Ass. Nigga. I groaned inwardly.
Maybe he didn’t deserve my number. If it were that easy to submit to another man’s request, he was not the toy for me.
“You trying to get niggas robbed?”
With my eyes still closed, I pulled both lips into my mouth. My nipples hardened against my halter. Flocco was no longer feet away. He was in my space. My personal space, which he disregarded so effortlessly.
“That was my dinner for tomorrow night.”
“I’m your fucking dinner, Hyph. Breakfast. Lunch. Snack. Dinner. And, midnight treat.”
“Thanks,” I retorted, opening my eyes and snatching my keys from his hand. “But, no thanks.”
