Page 3 of Anything Necessary for Her
I couldn’t say I had a crush on him still, but I found Low to be fine as fuck. Any woman would of course, especially now.
“You funny.”
“Pretty, sexy, smart too. Don’t forget.”
He grunted, trying not to smile as we waited on whomever was supposed to come help with this dead body. My night had taken a crazy ass turn, for sure.
“I won’t,” he finally said, looking off in the distance.
Moments later, his phone beeped, and he walked down the hall to open the heavy gray door. Two men entered the room wearing all black and holding some thick plastic that looked like contractor bags.
Like it was nothing, they bagged the attempted rapist up and took him out as Low watched closely as if waiting to correct any of their movements. As soon as the duo left, Low looked to me with his brows lifted as if to say we were done here.
“I just remembered I need a ride,” I said.
“You still be needing rides?”
“Fuck you!” I laughed. “My friend’s boo and his boy brought us here in a limo, and they left, so I need a ride back to my room. It’s on the strip as well, so it won’t be a far drive.”
Truthfully, I didn’tneeda ride. I could’ve taken an Uber, but I wanted to ride with Low.
He checked his phone as if he were thinking, then said, “Come on. Where you staying?” he questioned as soon as I began walking alongside him, headed toward the doors his crew had just left through.
“Caesar’s Palace.”
He nodded just before pushing the door open for me and following me out. I scanned the lot for which car could be his, and when the black-on-black Tahoe lit up, I turned back to him to lift my brows in approval.
“Something light,” he joked before opening the passenger side door for me.
“Can I get some help, please, Willow?” I asked as I stood between the car and opened door.
Tucking his lips in as he stared me in the eyes, he held his hand out for me, so I slipped mine into it and climbed into the good smelling truck. It didn’t smell like weed and food, like most of the niggas’ around my age cars did. The leather felt like butter as I buckled up while Low shut the door for me.
Climbing in the driver’s seat, he asked, “You cold? Hot?”
“Nope. I’m just right.”
“Banks.” He said my name, tucking his sexy lips in again as he started to reverse. “You got a fucking mouth on you.”
“All I said was I’m just right.” I giggled, knowing what he meant. It was hard not to flirt with Low’s fine ass.
“Aight.” He declined to go back and forth with me as he pulled off.
I watched him on the sly as he drove, admiring his bone structure, the way he licked his lips, how he seemed to have a lot on his mind as his hand grazed his facial hair.
“Can you stop and get me some food? Thanks,” I threw out, realizing we would be at Caesar’s Palace in less than a minute.
“Aye, nah.” He shook his head. “I’m ’bout to drop yo’ ass off, Banks.”
“Not without some food. I’m hungry.”
He pondered for a minute, then replied, “Drive-thru only.”
“That’s fine.” I stared out of the window. “Anything you see is cool.” It got quiet for a while before I spoke my mind. “I never thought you’d be afraid of my brothers.”
“What?” I saw his brows furrow as he turned into a Del Taco.
“You don’t wanna be seen with me because of my brothers, right?” I quizzed, a little caught off guard.
