Page 65 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
After twenty minutes of waiting, I could smell her perfume behind me. I turned around, and the sight of her made me run my tongue over my lips.
“Nah, you really playing with me. Let me see,” I said, gesturing for her to turn around. She did a slow spin, and I took in the white silk halter top that left her back exposed, tucked into a purple mini skirt with a gold Chanel belt around her waist. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, falling at the perfect spot on her thick thighs. She walked like a bad bitch in her heels that tied at the ankle. They made her legs look endless despite her petite frame. Her hair was styled in soft, bouncy curls that framed her face perfectly. The delicate gold jewelry I’d bought for her early as we shopped for tonight, gleamed brightly against her supple brown skin.
“Damn, baby,” I breathed, stepping closer to her. “You look like you belong on somebody’s red carpet.”
“Really? You like it?” she asked, smoothing her hands down the skirt.
“Sametra, you look like a million dollars. Every woman is gonna hate you, and every nigga gon wish they were me.” I pulled her closer, careful not to mess up her outfit. “You ready to be my arm candy tonight?”
“Your arm candy?” she laughed, swatting at my chest. “Boy, you better be ready to be mine. You clean up nice yourself, Dr. Holloway. We look good together.”
“Come on, let’s get the night started.”
We made it out the door and I opened the passenger door of the G-Wagon for her, watching as she gracefully slid into the leather seat. I made my way around the car and got in.
“Ouu, we going somewhere fancy. You only drive the G-Wagon when we going somewhere special. I’ll be sucking dick in here later, huh?”
“Problem?” I asked, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it, then slipping her finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her finger as she exhaled slowly.
“No problem with me. None at all.”
“You sure you don’t want to know where we’re going?” I asked, glancing over at Sametra as I navigated through downtown traffic. I could see her highlighted cheeks glowing in the car’s ambient lighting. I loved this woman so much it was sickening—it absolutely hurt to think about not having her in my life.
“Nope, I’m trusting my man tonight.”
The way she said “my man” made my dick strain against my jeans. I never knew being someone’s man would feel so fulfilling. Loving Sametra was like discovering a new purpose, a new level unlocked. I’d never take her for granted. I reached over and turned up the music, and she immediately started singing along to the old-school R&B playlist I’d made specifically for her.
“Sweet lady, would you be mine, sweet love for a lifetime,” she sang, her warm hand massaging my beard as she sang to me.
“You know all the words to everything,” I said, squeezing her thigh as we stopped at a red light. Sometimes I just felt my soul light on fire about her. Everything about her had my nose wide open. Like her knowing the words to all the songs, how she picked out the yellow sweet tarts, leaving them for me or Samaj. She was beautiful, smart, ambitious, fearless, and kind. She was one of a kind.
“Music is life, baby. Plus, you got good taste,” she said, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Where are we really going, though? Because this route is taking us toward the arena district.”
“I knew thattrusting my manshit was cap,” I mocked, fighting back a smile. Sametra liked surprises, but she also didn’t like surprises. My baby could be a little contradictory, but I was figuring her ways out day by day. I was going to stick beside her, no matter how crazy shit got.
“Rommy baby, are you taking me to a game?” Her voice rose with excitement. “If so, I‘ve never been so I’ll definitely be face down ass up tonight.”
I pulled into the VIP parking area. “Not just any Pinnacles game. Courtside seats. My boy hooked us up.”
Her mouth fell open. “Courtside? Like, where they show the rich people on TV?”
“Like where they’re about to show my beautiful girlfriend on TV,” I corrected. “You ready to see how the other half lives?”
“Wait, wait, wait, you knowtheDavinci Bryns?”
“Yes, he was a patient of mine. He’s a good friend now.”
“Are you serious right now?” She was practically bouncing in her seat. “Malik, I’ve never even been to a professional game, let alone courtside and you’re acting all casual about it!”
“Tonight, you’re gonna experience it all, baby. VIP treatment, the works.” I leaned over and kissed her softly. “You deserve the world, and I’m gonna give it to you piece by piece.”
I handed the keys to the valet, with a nice tip, and helped my woman out of the car. She gripped my shoulders as I pulled her toward me. “Malik, this is insane.”
“You deserve insane. You deserve for a nigga to be completely off his rocker behind you. I’m him,” I said, reaching behind her neck and placing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ve been working so hard with school, taking care of Samaj, and beingamazing. Tonight, we have fun, live like celebrities, eat good food, and see where the night takes us.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” she asked softly, her voice full of emotion.
“More than enough,” I said simply.
