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“Come on, let’s go home.”
She didn’t argue or object. She followed Carter back to the car and let him take her home but the entire time all she could think was, she was already home.
With him…
Chapter
Ten
“Ken Ken, you can’t just drop that on me and expect me not to have questions. A shit ton of questions.”
McKenna glanced over her shoulder at Drea and grinned but turned back toward the table of very thin scraps of material she was torn between colors of buying. Nyx Drake, a new Black female designer, had created a lingerie line that’d begun as a birthday gift for her husband Sultan, but was now available in a handful of boutiques.
McKenna fell in love after seeing them online but couldn’t justify such a high-end purchase if she didn’t have a man to impress while wearing them. Tevin hadn’t qualified but Carter did.
“Ask whatever you want but I’ve pretty much told you all there is. This is new, but we’re not. I really like him and we’re together.”
“Bitch, you just gave me the very soft and buttery slices of bread but that’s it. I need the filling and condiments. You can’t just give me the bread, McKenna.”
McKenna lifted three silk and satin thongs—red, emerald green, and pearl—and dropped them into the mesh basket, along with the matching bras in her size.
“You should get these, you can adjust the straps five different ways.”
The harsh look Drea delivered had McKenna’s smile expanding. The two went to an early lunch and had been shopping for the past hour. During that time, McKenna explained why she’d needed time off.
The simplified version. She met a guy, they were hanging out, she wanted to get to know him, and used her PTO.
Drea wasn’t going for that but McKenna would never divulge who Carter was and why she needed the time.
He killed people and people wanted to kill him… and by default, her.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know the last man I dated.” She rolled her eyes at the thought of Tevin. “Why wouldn’t I want to be all in with my new man, uninterrupted? Why does it have to be any more complicated than that?”
Drea stared at her friend for a long moment and sucked her teeth. “Either the dick is so damn good you don’t want to risk anyone else hopping on it or you’re lying.”
A slow smile eased onto McKenna’s face and Drea narrowed her stare. “That good?”
Nodding, McKenna walked away. When she didn’t feel Drea moving behind her she glanced over her shoulder and said, “And stop watching me to see if I miss a step. I’ve been on the dick for a week. I know how to ride it and ride it well.”
Drea threw her head back and laughed. While her girl grabbed a few more items, she lounged nearby, snapping selfies. As soon as McKenna had a pearl bag, stuffed with delicate, perfectly organized packing tissue and an embossed gold seal, over her arm and headed to the door, Drea fell in step. The two women were on their way to their favorite nail shop for a four o’clock appointment.
The salon was just outside of The Shops at the Falls so they delivered bags to their vehicles and walked over. With a scheduled appointment time and no wait, they were immediately seated with flutes of champagne and their feet submerged in citrus sunshine oils and sudsy water with the jets on full blast, perfectly content in the moment.
“Are you seriously taking the full month?”
“I might.” McKenna sipped from her glass and allowed her eyes to close, enjoying the soothing vibration of the high-end massage chair.
“Not just good dick then. Phenomenal dick.” She grinned at Drea’s words.
“It’s not just the sex.”
“Mmhmm.”
McKenna turned her head and offered a lazy smile. “It’s not. He’s different and we’re different together.”
“Girl, I’m not judging. I’m glad you’re no longer a Stepford wife…” She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of, do you know that negro had the nerve to fill your spot already?”
McKenna shrugged. “It was never mine.”
