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I’m not even sure why, but that shit was sexy to me. Seeing a woman on the phone, taking care of business was attractive like a motha fucka. It was the way she pushed her hair behind her ear and put her professional voice on as she wrote down the shit that they were telling her over the phone. I was a hood nigga, so seeing a woman in this type of position was new to me; I liked it.
I watched Normani as she put the phone and the note pad in her purse. Then she pulled out some hand sanitizer and squirted some of it into her hands.
“Damn, you ain’t going to ask me if I want some sanitizer?” I questioned, after seeing her put it back in her purse.
“I figured you would just ignore me and find a reason to skip off again,” she spat, as she went back in her purse and pulled out the small bottle of hand sanitizer.
I placed the food down and put one of my hands out, and she squirted the contents into my palm. Just like her, I rubbed my hands together and took my spot back down on the chair. I handed her food to her, and then I took mine. As I was unwrapping my food, I looked over at Normani, noticing how she had dropped her head, closed her eyes, and said a silent prayer. I pray over my food, too, so I ended up reciting my quick, two-second prayer that I came up with when I was a little boy. Then I opened the container, ready to dig into the food. My mouth was watering like a damn dog, as I smelled the food and watched the steam come up from it.
“You rather we eat in silence, or would you mind if I ask you a few questions?” I asked her as she poured the dressing onto her salad.
“What could you possibly want to know about me? You already made it clear that you don’t care to know my name, my phone number, a kiss, a hug, or nothing. Isn’t that what you told me?” she asked, still with her head down as she made her salad to her liking.
Not even going to lie, I laughed because smaller people were always mean as fuck. Twinkle was the same way.
“I must have struck a nerve for you to remember exactly what I said to you,” I said, and she shrugged.
She was referring to the shit I told her the night of my party at the club.
“Not at all,” she said back, but I knew I did.
“I did, but it’s cool. So, tell me why you don’t have a man in your life to tell you when you got bad tires and to get new ones for you?” I questioned.
She let out a groan and then rolled her eyes.
“The same reason why you don’t have a woman at home to cook for you, and why you’re eating dinner at a Jamaican restaurant,” she shot back to me.
“I choose for this shit to be my reality. In all humbleness, ma, I can have multiple bitches at home, with a home-cooked meal waiting for me. At the same time, I ain’t about to have just any woman in my home, waiting for daddy to get home,” I let her know right before I put a fork filled with rice in my mouth.
I waited to see what was going to come next from her slick ass mouth.
“That’s what women are to you? Bitches?” she asked as if she was disgusted by what I said.
“It’s a fucked-up comparison, but nah, I don’t think of a good woman as just a bitch,” I said.
She looked at me long and hard, like she was just waiting to say some more shit.
“Just so you don’t think that I’m one of the many women who can be home with a meal waiting for you, let me just go ahead and put it out in the air that one, getting a man has never been an issue for me. Getting a good man is what I’m failing at. As you witnessed two times already, the men are definitely there. I just don’t want them,” she said.
“Nah, it’s a difference, shorty. Them niggas want to fuck you,” I told her, and she moved her food out of the way like she was annoyed with me.
“And in my defense, I can say that the women who go after you only want you because you have money. I’ll take my food to go. You’re like seriously getting on my nerves. I don’t even know what women see in you. Yes, I think you’re handsome, but I’ve turned down all types of handsome men. I’m not going to be disrespected by a man, just because you’re cousins with one of my closest friends or because you paid nine dollars for a meal that I could have easily paid for myself. Oh, and I’m paying for my own tires. I don’t want you to think that you did me another favor,” she said, all in her feelings.
I chuckled as I watched her close the container that housed her food and put it in the brown paper bag.
“Why the fuck you let me get you so uptight? And how the fuck did I disrespect you, Normani? I’m a nigga! A nigga who used to run game on a lot of women. I know when a nigga is looking for love or when a nigga is looking to fuck. Them little ass niggas out at the gas station tonight ain’t looking for no fuckin’ love. Young, stupid ass niggas and the only thing they worried about is busting a nut. Them niggas wouldn’t even be
able to fuckin’ afford yo’ ass! Chill out. I was just telling it like it is. You ain’t gotta pack your shit up and leave me. Although I already know your scary ass ain’t about to cross that street by yourself any fuckin’ way,” I said, moving my food out of the way too because I was losing my appetite and shit.
“See, that! I don’t like that! That right there! You underestimate what I can do. You’ve been doing that since we sat down. It’s not even the things you say, but more so the way that you say it. Why couldn’t you just ask me why I’m single? Why did you have to stoop so low and ask why I don’t have a man in my life to tell me when I have bad tires and to new ones for me? It’s almost like you’re picking at me for being single. I’m going to go,” she said, and this time, she actually stood up.
She was facing the table, trying to grab up her food, when I quickly stood up as well, grabbing her by her wrist and standing behind her. I didn’t know what the fuck it was, but I ain’t want her to go nowhere. I could feel her body shaking a little bit as I stood behind her. I was close, close enough where I was without a doubt invading her personal space. Because I was so close, I could smell that coconut scent in her hair, and the Chanel perfume that she was wearing invaded my nostrils. That shit smelled so fuckin’ good.
On some real shit, I thought that she would pick up that big ass purse and hit me with it before telling me to get the fuck off her, but she didn’t. I towered over her small body from behind, and I could feel her body relax some.
“Aight, Ima chill, but you fuckin’ with me too. You said them bitches only fuck with me because I got money,” I said, and then I turned her around, so she could look at me.
“Yeah, after you told me that men only want to have sex with me. I just want to go back and see if my car is ready. I’m tired, I’m overwhelmed, and I feel like you are getting me out of character. I hardly even know you, and look how I’m allowing one man to have this much power over me to where I get this mad,” she voiced.
