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“Oh word?” he says, eyeing me. He kisses me on the lips, pulling back the covers. “So what else can you eat every day?”
“I’m not telling you all of my secrets,” I say, licking my lips, glancing under the covers at his cock. I climb out of bed. “A girl has to keep some things to herself.”
He laughs, watching as I walk over to the dresser, my bare ass shaking and bouncing. “Yeah, aiight. Damn, you gotta beautiful ass.”
“Glad you like it.” I pull my phone out of my handbag. I have four text messages. One from Porsha telling me Irwin’s going to be in town this weekend.
“Like it? Yo, I love it! You got one of those nice ol’ juicy-biscuit booties.” I glance over at Desmond, laughing.
“Ohmygod, hilarious.”
“Nah, baby. I’m serious. You sexy as fuck.”
“You’re full of compliments,” I say, scrolling through my phone. There’s a text from Felecia inviting us to Pasha’s bachelorette party the night before her wedding. And there’s one text from Persia, wanting to know if I want to order in. “What are you trying to get, some more pussy?”
He laughs. “Nah, I’m tryna get up in your heart.” I drop my phone, coughing. “Yo, you aiight?”
“Yeah,” I say, patting my chest. “You kind of caught me off-guard with that.”
“Yo, don’t choke, baby. I’m keepin’ shit real. I wanna snatch you up. That’s real talk.”
I pick up my cell from off the floor. I’m not going to be able to keep this up much longer. At some point, I’ll need to make a decision. I’ll either need to tell him about my man-sharing escapades or end
this rendezvous before it turns into something complicated. Right now, I’m not going to worry about it. “Well, how about we live in the moment and simply enjoy each other’s company. Whatever else happens…happens.”
“Aiight. That’s wassup. So since you wanna be in the moment, put that phone down and come back to bed. I wanna hold you in my arms.”
I smile. “Give me a sec. I need to let my sisters know where I’m at.” I text Persia, let her know I won’t be coming home, then shut off my phone and toss it back in my bag. “There,” I say, walking back over to him. He pulls back the covers as I climb into bed. “I’m all yours.”
He pulls me into my arms. “Aaaah, yeah. That’s what I wanna hear.”
Seven o’clock, we’re downstairs seated at Izakaya. The ambiance is sensual. The décor contemporary. I’ve ordered a shrimp, lobster, crab and scallop dish with a side of charred Japanese broccoli, and one baby dragon roll. Desmond’s ordered Japanese sea bass and a spicy tuna roll. He orders a two-hundred-and-twenty-dollar bottle of sake.
“So when you gonna hit me with them digits?” he asks, taking a slow sip of his drink.
I sweep my bang across my forehead, smiling. “When I’m ready for you to snatch me up. In the meantime, you know how to reach me. And you know where to find me. So there’s no need for you to have any other numbers. Not yet, anyway.”
He grins. “Oh, aiiight. That’s how you doin’ me?”
I eye him over the rim of my ceramic cup. “For now.”
“I see your work. I got you, though. It’s all good. I’ma just keep comin’ down to ya spot until you give in.”
I smile, raising my eyebrow. “Hmmm, sounds kind of stalkerish to me. Don’t have me call the cops on you.”
He laughs. “Oh, here you go with that again. You stay tryna call the police on a muhfucka. What’s gonna be my crime this time?”
“I don’t know” I say, teasingly. “I’ll think up something real creative.”
“Yeah, aiight. You do that. I’ll be bailed out before the ink dries, and right back at ya spot. Now what? You not shakin’ me that easy, ma. I already told you what it is.”
Girl, you better slow this down before it spins out of control. And you find your ass in something you can’t get out of. I shrug. “I’ll take my chances.”
Every so often I find myself stealing glances at him. I can’t lie. He’s piqued my curiosity. A series of questions are racing through my head. What kind of work does he do? Does he have any children? How many baby mommas does he have? Did he go to college? Does he own his own place? Does he live alone? Is his credit all fucked up?
I ask the questions and learn that he’s thirty-one, has no children, and has never been married. That his family’s from New Haven, Connecticut, where he still lives; but has an apartment in Jersey that he shares with one of his cousins. That he has three brothers and two sisters; that he’s the middle child. He tells me his parents, along with a few other family members, live in Jersey, which is why he’s here so much. That he’s very family oriented, and spends a lot of time chilling with them.
“Speakin’ of which, one of my cousins is gettin’ married in a couple of months,” he says, taking a swig of his sake. “I’m actually his best man.”
