Page 32 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“You know, you’ve been blowing me off for weeks now. And I don’t know if I like it.”
I chuckled. “E, stop being dramatic.”
“I’m not. I really need your advice.”
“I got about three minutes for you, sis. What’s the dilemma?” I leaned against the counter and waited for her to tell me a bunch of nothing.
“Okay, so I met this chick the other day. I mean a real hot chick; I’m talking Megan Thee Sta?—”
“E, I get it. Get to the point, my baby. What’s the problem?”
“She has three kids! We’re supposed to go out tonight, but now I feel like I shouldn’t.”
“But you love kids. What’s the problem?”
“You’re right, I do love kids, but what if we get serious? I don’t want to be nobody’s stepmom. I ain’t ready for kids yet.”
“Listen, only you know how you want to handle that. Aside from her good looks, what else does she have going for her?”
“Oh, she’s a physical therapist. Fucks with a lot of celebs and shit.”
“Okay. And aside from her having three kids, what other issues does she have that you don’t like?”
“I don’t know. We haven’t gotten that far yet.”
I chuckled. “Well, my only advice for you is to get ready to take them kids to Sea World, step mama. I gotta go.” I hung up and powered my phone off. She was going to be pissed at me, but I didn’t care. I had a beautiful woman in my dining room to entertain. I didn’t have time for E’s dramatics.
I grabbed the pan of chicken Parmesan from the stove and placed it on the big wooden tray, along with the asparagus, honey-glazed carrots, and garlic mashed potatoes. Taking the tray, I walked back into the dining room and saw her in the living room, turning up the volume slightly to Shai’s “If I Ever Fall In Love,” then coming back into the dining room to reclaim her seat.
“Oh my. This looks good,” she complimented. “You sure you cooked this?”
“I did. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Wow. The introverted king has talent in the kitchen, and the bedroom . . . I’m impressed.” She giggled. I looked at her and smiled.
“Cooking isn’t the only thing I’m skilled at.”
“That, I know to be true.” She blushed. I refilled our wine glasses and began loading our plates with food.
“So, what made you get into the perfume business?”
“My grandmother used to have loads of fragrances on her dresser, along with my late grandfather. I spent a lot of time at their home when my parents used to travel for work . . . They own a trucking company. Anyway, I used to steal my grandfather’s cologne a lot. It got so bad that he gave me the idea to start experimenting. I was only like ten, but he helped me figure out how to become a connoisseur.”
“You and Ms. Kentfield?”
“Affirmative.”
“Are you guys close?”
“She’s my best friend. Been knowing her since the third grade. Her moms and mine are best friends.”
“Hmm. Have you two ever . . .”
“If you hadn’t noticed, Emani is more into you than she is into me. She’s a lesbian.”
“Oh! I kind of figured but didn’t want to judge anyone.”
“You have no worries with us or anyone else. You’re the first woman I dated who worked for me.”
