Page 25 of Anything Necessary for Her
“I gotta make sure I like you first. You fine, and I like how you think, but that’s not enough yet.”
Ididlike him but in the ‘I barely know you and am just very attracted and moved by everything you do’ way. For me to go inthere and start shit between Low and my brothers, I would need more than that.
“Then nah, lil mama. I ain’t taking you inside to dance. I’d be starting a fucking war, and I ain’t doing that if I can’t have the prize in the end.”
“So you’re saying you’d win said war?”
He shrugged subtly, glancing off briefly before focusing back on me with a lick of his tantalizing lips. I wondered if my thumping clit would start an earthquake at this point. The seat of my panties had become hot and damp, and this man hadn’t even touched me.
“I don’t really lose when it come to shit like that.”
“So you’re undefeated?”
“Something like that. But you not ’bout that life, so quit talking.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do. I watch you, study what I see. You a party girl, and you like to have fun. You enjoy toying with niggas ’cause you know they’ll endure whatever you require to have a minute of ya time.” Running his hand down his fade, he continued. “I ain’t trying to be in that boat with you. You can’t have no fling with me, Banks. You’d either be fucking with me, or you won’t. I ain’t no relationship, lovey-dovey type nigga, but just from being around you, I know I ain’t strong enough to play house with you while you hold a rolodex of niggas in ya pocket.”
Before I could speak, I heard Kailey’s voice. “Banks!” She rounded the corner and froze, smiling that same smile the Grinch did when he had a sneaky plan. “Presley is looking for you.” She tried to hide her smile, speaking with a high-pitched voice.
“Okay.” I gave Low a look once more, and he nodded for me to go.
I did so but knew he was standing in the parking lot, unmoved still.
When I got inside, I started to the back where Presley was, in order to help her bring the cake out which I’d told her I wanted to do.
“You must’ve had to change that crybaby ass nigga’s diaper and put him down for a nap as long as you was gone.” Unique looked me over dubiously.
I simply threw up my middle finger and continued walking, until I heard a little clamoring, making me peer over my shoulder to see tall ass, fine ass Low making his entrance to the section.
I gulped down some water to quench my thirst before dropping it into the water bottle pocket of my gym bag on my way out. The sight of Low’s truck halted my steps, and like clockwork, butterflies consumed my stomach. Naturally, my heart began to beat wildly in my chest as he climbed from the driver’s seat, reaching for my bag like this was his everyday.
“What are you doing here?” I smiled as he walked me to my car, which was one space over, and put the bag in.
“Following you home so we can eat.”
Smiling, I said, “I need to go to the grocery store. I’ve been too busy and have nothing to make.”
“It’s straight.” He started backing toward his car. “I’m cooking.”
Cheesing like a fool, I got into my Jeep and started out with Low following.
We made it to my place, and after letting him in, I went to take a shower while he did his thing in my kitchen.
After putting on a pair of thin gray shorts that were a little loose along the thighs, I pulled the matching cami over my head, leaving my hair down since I wasn’t the chef for tonight.
“Smells sweet.” I ventured into the kitchen to see Low’s body was void of the hoodie he’d originally been in. His arms looked even more enticing in the wife beater clinging to his tall, stocky frame.
“Waffles.” He kept his eyes on the bacon he was flipping in the skillet.
“You know you can’t hide me forever,” I joked, sliding into a seat at my table.
“I’d take you out right now, but big bro gon’ have questions by the morning. You cool with that?” He shot me a quick glance, already knowing the answer.
Asif didn’t run my life, just like none of my brothers did, but I knew Low popping out with me was deeper than my brothers not wanting me to date him. He would be betraying a loyalty, and if he gave that up, I would want to be sure it wouldn’t be for nought.
The worst thing would be for us to cause this divide, only to realize we weren’t meant and didn’t like each other.
