Page 19 of Anything Necessary for Her
“How long you been dancing ballet?” I questioned, remembering Asif mentioning her being at dance class over the years, but never caring enough to ask what type.
“Since I was four. They had a little ballet class at my preschool, and that’s where I fell in love with it.” She smiled at the thought as she flipped the perfectly seared steaks in the hot ass skillet before going back to tend to the broccoli she was cooking in a small pan.
“Damn. I always admire muthafuckas who have known what they’ve wanted to do since they were kids.”
“There is nothing you’ve liked or wanted since you were a kid?” She set down two bottles of water.
Other than consistent meals, nah. I kept that shit to myself though.
“Nah. I ain’t never really had no talents like that, and I didn’t have the childhood where shit could be nurtured anyway.”
“Oh.” She looked me over before moving the steaks from the skillet to a wooden board and cutting off the burner cooking the vegetable. “What do you like now?”
“Making bread.” I smirked as she playfully rolled her eyes, as she sliced up the steaks vertically.
“Other than that, Low. Nothing you like to do in your free time?”
“I don’t really have free time, and when I do, I sleep or . . .”
“Fuck?” She brought me my plate and sat down with hers.
“I ain’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. You work a lot, according to you, but I am sure you find the time to get that in.” She ate a piece of the good ass steak as I did the same.
I shrugged, not really wanting to talk with Banks about getting my dick wet with other females.
“What you like to do?” I veered off to another topic, hoping we could leave that shit alone.
“Other than dancing, I would say going to brunch. I love going with Kailey and my sisters-in-law, but I can’t wait until Sophie, my niece, grows up and can drink. She loves brunch, but not my type of brunch that involves liquor.”
I smirked, nodding. “I know who Sophie is, Banks. You ain’t have to clarify.”
“I forget you and Sif are close, because you’ve been away for so long.”
“I get it,” I replied lowly since she’d hit ignore on her phone for the third time since she’d sat down.
“You got a boyfriend?” I queried, never having thought about the shit, which was ridiculous. A woman like Banks had to have plenty of fucking prospects.
“No, I don’t. He was a potential boyfriend, but not anymore.” She kept on eating, looking me in the eyes as she put another piece of meat into her mouth. “You jealous?”
“Not at all,” I half lied. I wasn’t jealous, because she wasn’t mine, and I had no plans to ruin her life by making her mine. But I couldn’t lie; the thought of her being with somebody made me feel a way. “Why he lose his spot?”
I couldn’t deny feeling like she was giving me the cheat code to her heart.
“Scared to meet my brothers and Daddy. Can you believe that?” She rolled her eyes and stabbed a piece of broccoli.
“I can, actually. I can see how them niggas are intimidating to the average muthafucka.”
“So you’re not average?” she jested.
“Not even a little bit.” I ate the last piece of my steak, wishing I had another. Of course, her fine ass could make a good ass steak. “You was right to drop his ass though. You need a nigga that can stand in the paint.”
“Like you?”
“Ain’t too many niggas like me, but you can possibly come up on something close enough.” I winked playfully as she stood to collect our plates.
Grinning down at me and standing close enough for me to grip her small hips and pull her into me, she said, “You fine as fuck, Low, but I’m not fucking you. I’m not that easy.”
