Page 19 of Kove and Xiah
“Told you. I’m ’bout to smash this shit.” I lifted my po’boy and the first few bites had me nodding again.
“Me too.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“How do you come out here and walk right past this?”
She was working with a forkful of slaw so it took her a minute to respond. “I don’t know but I would have eventually gotten to it. I kinda had a plan.”
“How the hell do you have a plan for food trucks?”
“Don’t make it sound weird.”
“Nah, it ain’t weird. It’s very you.”
She rolled her eyes and devoured some fries before wrapping them pretty lips around her straw. “And what am I?”
“The kind of person who tells me to vibe with a house instead of making sure it has amenities that give it resale value.”
“You have to live there. It has to feel good but my job as your agent is to provide you with properties that are worth the two point two million you’re investing.”
“So am I getting fucked or did you work your magic?”
“You’re absolutely getting fucked,” she said before biting into her po’boy.
“Bruh, I’m pretty sure that isn’t how you’re supposed to answer that question.”
“No, it’s not but I’m being honest. The houses in Chandler Heights are beautiful and they have all the good stuff, but honestly, you could get more house for half the cost in Crescent Pointe. You’re paying for the Chandler Heights name, but…”
“Nah, ain’t no buts, Xi. You just told me you’re running game.”
She laughed and threw her hand across her lips to hide the mouthful of food she was working on.
Dainty shit…
“I’mnot running game, the city is for placing a higher property value on the houses out there. I just sell them, sir. I have no control over what they’re valued at, but if it makes you feel any better…” She reached for a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth before rolling her shoulders back. “You have twenty-four hour security. Scanners on your car to allow you touchless access and also key cards for you and your guests. There’s a private lake, golf club, and two full golf courses, eighteen holes. Tennis and racquetball courts and two private gyms. Crescent Pointe doesn’t offer any of that and there’s no privacy out there.”
“Damn, did you spend all day memorizing that shit?” I finished what was left of my first container, licked my fingers, and reached for the second.
“Actually yes, I did, and I also memorized your stats, all of which you would know if you hadn’t been such an asshole to me.”
“I wasn’t being an asshole.”
“Yeah, you kinda were. You didn’t talk to me and we were in the car for forty minutes there and back. That’s definitely asshole behavior considering I was kind enough to be your transportation.” She paused and glared at me. “And if you talk shit about my car, be warned I have every right to inflict bodily harm.”
My dick was game for Xiah delivering bodily harm because it twitched at the weak ass threat she issued about putting her hands on me.
“I like your car. It’s cute, just not anything my six-six ass needs to be in.”
“You’re six-six?”
The way her eyes moved from my head down my entire body and back up had me smirking. “I thought you memorized my stats. You don’t know how tall I am?”
“No, not those kinds of stats. I know your shooting average from three point range, assist to turnover ratio, and free throw percentage. You should be impressed because I don’t even like sports.”
“Hold the fuck up. You don’t like sports?”
She shook her head and shrugged. “I mean, I don’t actuallydislikethem but I’m also not a sports girlie.”
“I’m getting your ass courtside seats for the season.”
