Page 29 of The Key To His Soul
“Nah, you’re the first,” I said, chewing. “Damn, this shit good.”
“That’s what they be saying,” she uttered slyly.
I licked my lips, leaning over the center console. “Oh, word?”
She grinned and reached over for another piece. “About the pie. That’s what they be sayin’ about the pie.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
Her effortless flirting was a turn on. It was like she couldn’t help that shit.
“How was the rest of your day? You get a lot done at the property? I know I took a lot off your hands by taking that wall down.”
I chuckled at her sarcasm. “Most definitely. We made some headway. I was there most of the day, then I went out for dinner with my girl.”
“Oh, which one?” She wiggled her foot out of her shoe and lifted it up. “You mind?”
I couldn’t see her full foot, but from my vantage point and the light that the light post provided, her toes were painted white and oiled up. “Nah. You good. Get comfortable.”
“Thanks. Now, which one was this?” she asked, turning to me and tucking her foot under her butt.
“Her name is Karima.”
“Is that Baby?”
I smirked and nodded. “Yeah. That’s her.”
“Okay. And what you call the other one? Baby number two?”
“Nah. I call her bae or JuJu.”
“Got it. So, they didn’t have dessert at the restaurant you went to? I mean, it likely wouldn’t have been as good as this pie, but still, I’m sure they had something sweet.”
“Shit, she was supposed to be the something sweet after, but she fucked it up.”
“You know what’s crazy? I was supposed to be someone’s something sweet tonight too, but…”
“You chose up.”
“I guess I could say the same for you, seeing as I didn’t invite myself out.”
“I mean, the night was supposed to be about her, yet she somehow made it about you.”
Leaning forward, she grinned. “Tell me more.”
“Maaannn, back up.” I laughed, and she sat back in the seat. “I ain’t ‘bout to do no gossiping witchu, man.”
“So, what we came out here to do? I literally just told you I was supposed to be someone’s something sweet tonight. You gon’ have to pull a rabbit out the hat or somethin’, Mehki.”
“Girl, fuck I look like, ya court jester?”
She giggled, closing the pie. “I’m just sayin’.”
“You wanna be my somethin’ sweet, Ma?” I reached over and touched her hand. “’Cause you gon’ have to tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader. And to be clear, I don’t do competition. Mainly because I don’t have to and niggas ain’t having it like me. So, talk to me and tell me what you want.”
She stared at me through hooded eyes before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “Can I… be your somethin’ sweet tonight, Mehki?”
“You ever had that pussy licked on til’ you cream in the back of a foreign car?”
