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“You sure about that?”
“Trust me, if I had a man, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you. I don’t play the cheating game. Been there, done that.”
“Oh, word?” he asks, shocked. “You don’t seem like the cheating kind.”
“I’m not. He cheated on me.”
He shakes his head, focusing his attention back on the road ahead. “Damn, he’s a real sucker for that. So is that why you done banned relationships?”
I laugh. “No, not at all. I wouldn’t say I’ve banned relationships. I’ve put them on hold for a minute. I haven’t found the right man, yet. And until I do, I’m not gonna settle. I’d rather be single than deal with a bunch of BS.”
“I feel you.” He glances over at me. “So, what’s really good with you? You sexy as hell, and you don’t have a man. You got friends? You got somebody you fuckin’ wit’ on a regular? Wassup?”
“I have a few friends,” I tell him, gauging his reaction. There is none.
“Oh, word? And they all hittin’ that?”
I laugh. “Unless you tryna put a ring on it, that’s none of your business.”
“You never know. If you’re a good woman, I’ll put a ring on it alright.”
“I know I’m a good woman,” I say confidently. “The issue is finding a man who can handle all of this goodness.”
“Who knows, maybe ya luck’s about to change, baby.” I smile. Tell him I don’t believe in luck. “Well, I do.”
“Then maybe yours is about to change,” I tease, shifting my body toward his. I reach over and grab at his cock. Knead it until it thickens.
“Damn, yo. Whatchu tryna do, have me run off the road?”
I kiss the tip of my finger, slip it into my mouth, slowly sucking before pulling it out and biting down on the tip of my fingernail. “What would you like me to do?” I ask, teasingly.
He leans over toward me with one hand on the wheel. He takes his eyes off the road and gazes at me. “Yo, you tell me. It’s whatever.”
I remove my hand, laughing. “Let me stop before you end up running down into a ditch and killing us. I need you to get me where we’re going in one piece.”
“Nah, I ain’t tryna kill us, baby. But, uh, you killlin’ me right now. You got my man down here throbbin’ for real for real. What you gonna do about that?”
I grin. “Nothing,” I say, shifting my body forward, getting comfortable in my seat, “for now, anyway.”
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, heading toward the Lincoln Tunnel into midtown New York.
“Wow, it’s awfully busy in here,” I say as we take our seats. We’re at Dave & Buster’s in Times Square. And he’s right. I’ve never been here before.
“Yeah, it can get kinda hectic up in here. But, it’s all good. It’s actually one of my favorite spots. Sometimes when I ain’t beat for a buncha of nonsense, I come here and get lost. I can spend hours up in here playing games.” Awww, how cute! I smile, seeing this muscled-bodied, manly man light up like a kid at Christmas. “Yo, what can I say? I’m a big kid at heart.”
I smile. “So I see.”
When the waitress finally gets to our table, I order the chicken alfredo. Desmond orders a veggie burger and fries. He orders a Corona and I order an apple martini. In the forty-five minutes it takes for our food to arrive, the two of us talk like we’ve known each other for years. It feels nice. This time I tell him a little more about me. Let him know I grew up in East Orange. That I went to private schools. Then off to college.
The waitress returns with our drinks, then asks if we need anything else. We don’t. So she floats over to the next table. He stares at me, taking a sip of his beer. He leans in, rests his arms on the table. “Beautiful, educated and mad sexy. I like that.”
“My parents were big on education; especially my mother.”
“Oh, word? Was she strict?”
I laugh. “She had her moments. But not really.” He asks about my father. I tell him we’re really close. That he was very involved in our lives. That he allowed us to make our own mistakes; yet was always there to help us figure it all out. “I love him to death.”
He smiles. “Damn, that’s wassup. That’s the kinda relationship I wanna have with my daughters. Hell, with all of my kids. My pops worked all the time. He held down two jobs. So he didn’t really have much time for us, growing up. My moms held shit down, though. She was the glue to our family. Pops was the breadwinner. But mom dukes ran the house. She spoiled us rotten; especially her boys.”
