Page 12 of Finesse
And of course, I do worry. A lot. “You knew those guys.”
Cameron is silent for a long while. “I know people who know those people.”
Yay, he’s completely being vague and almost sinister. He made a threat to those men and for the rest of the night, they didn’t bother us. In fact, they even left the park. We continued our date in peace but there was a weird underlying tension.
He stepped away to make a few phone calls and texted whoever was on the other end. After that, I had his full attention.
The question remains whom Cameron knew and how those guys knew him. I thought they were just harassing us because we were out on a date. I know how it looks to everyone: I’m dressed in my finest ATL gear while Cameron is looking Straight Outta Buckhead with his attire. We’re opposites.
To Cameron, however, it was deeper than that. A lot deeper than he’s willing to admit.
I guess the real question is do I really want to know or am I okay with being in the dark about all of this? Find out on the next episode ofFML starring Taylor Gray.
“You don’t need to worry about any of that, beautiful.” He rests his right hand on my thigh and caresses the inside of it. Once again, my body shivers to his touch. “I got that covered.”
I know when to drop a subject. “Now what? The night is still young.”
Cameron slightly nods his head as he ponders options. “Hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
Youis the cheesy answer. The real answer is food. “Why don’t you pick and surprise me?”
Cameron glances at me again and gives me a sexy wink. “I know just the place.”
~~~~~
Never did I think I would be in a hole-in-the wall Korean BBQ restaurant with one of Buckhead’s finest but here we are.
As the restaurant plays some of the best 80’s music, Cameron and I are sitting across from each other and holding hands. We’re acting like a couple. We’re doing couple things. We’re not a couple.
I don’t know if this is the standard treatment every woman gets or if there is something special between us and he’s acting on it. My mind wanders to that, but I also want to revel in the moment. How often am I going to do something like this with a guy like him?
And just maybe, I’ll get better at mini-golfing.
“Other than the big ones – Whitney, Michael, Prince, and Madonna – who are your other favorite 80’s artists?” He interlocks his fingers with mine with that unfair question.
I think about it for a moment. I’m pretty young and I know nothing monumental about the 80’s other than music. I wasn’t alive when the Challenger exploded. I don’t remember Reagan being president. I don’t recalljust say no to drugs. I wasn’t even alive during the 80’s.
But the music has me obsessed. I know everyone is fawning over 90’s R&B, and it’s great. But 80’s music is a hidden gem. There was room for everyone and every genre. I mean, c’mon…what other decade can one hear a song about “Sussuido” and no one know what the hell that is but it’s a jam?
“The Deele,” I answer without second thinking and Cameron raises an eyebrow. I don’t know if he even knows who they are or he’s surprised because I didn’t name the white boy favorite of Huey Lewis and the News.
“What song from them do you know that’s not “Two Occasions”?” He smiles.
“Shoot ‘Em Up Movies,” I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles. “I know my music.”
“You’re pretty young to know so much.” He nods.
“My daddy played a variety of music as I was growing up. He loved music and we constantly heard large catalog of artists. He didn’t want me to be limited to just one genre. He wanted me to like all kinds of artists and not be ashamed of it. My father’s music collection was insane. I ended up inheriting his massive vinyl connection. I often just lay down and listen to vinyls when I’m alone. He was a Gen-Xer so he listened to a lot of that music.”
“I would love to…” He pulls away slightly when the servers bring our food and start cooking the BBQ on the grill. Once they leave, he continues. “I would love to lay down with you and listen to music.”
I would love to lay down with you.The rest of the sentence doesn’t matter. “That sounds like a promise for future dates.”
He smiles at me. I don’t think I can ever get used to how beautiful his smile is. “It is.” His voice is flat, but not demeaning.
