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“And it’s a beautiful stomach might I add. The work that you’ve been putting in with your Pilates classes, and whatever else that you do is definitely showing. Dionne, my mama don’t give a damn about your stomach being out. She’s in her fifties, not in her eighties, so you don’t have to worry about her crucifying you. When she’s not at work, she likes to show off a little bit of skin, too. Oh, and I didn’t tell you that this is where we were coming because I knew if I did, you wouldn’t have wanted to,” I let her know.
“Why me though? Your mom said that you never brought a woman around to meet her. What made you bring me?” she asked, cocking her head to the side, waiting on my answer.
“Why not you?” is all that I said to her.
She didn’t have a response for that, so she just moved out of the way, and she continued walking on the side of me.
We eventually made it to the back area, where it felt like it was a party going on out here. Dee had his grills out, and you could see the smoke in the air from the ribs that he was cookingup. He had a small team of men with him, so there were about three men out here that were working as well. A big speaker system was playing some R&B music, that they were out here cooking, and vibing too. Dee must have felt my presence because he looked up from the grill, planted his eyes on me, and he smiled, showing off the top, and bottom row of gold teeth that he had in his mouth. Dee was a big ass dude. Chunky ass nigga, that talked a lot of shit, but he really did have a good heart.
Because of the hot grill that he was standing over, it caused him to come out of whatever shirt he was wearing because all he had on now was a white wife beater, and some basketball shorts. There was a face towel that he had wrapped around his neck, that he was probably using to wipe away his sweat.
“Look at this pretty ass nigga. Tank, what’s good?” he asked, as I walked over to him, slapping hands with him, and he pulled me into a quick, brotherly hug.
“Ain’t shit pretty about me, man. What’s up with you?” I wanted to know.
“Working. You know me. Busy ass day today. I know Netta so humble, so she probably didn’t even tell you about all the customers that’s been in, and out this bitch since we opened. Get in your mama ear because she not trying to hear it from me. Tell her that she need to look into getting another location. I feel like she might have outgrown this one,” Dee said to me, but the whole time that he was speaking to me, he was looking at Dionne, so I knew that it was only a matter of time before he asked me who she was, just like everyone else had done.
“I was just telling her that a couple of months ago, but she steady screaming that she’s not ready for another location. I can’t say that I don’t feel where she’s coming from because it’s a lot of work managing multiple locations. I’ll holler at her again though,” I assured him, and he nodded.
“Who your girl?” Dee asked the million-dollar question.
“This Dionne. Dionne, this my nigga Dee. He makes the best ribs that you’ll ever taste in your life,” I did the introductions, and like her ass was shy, she just lifted her hand, so that she could say hi to him.
As if Dee was crushing, his big ass went to smiling, damn near blushing, as he spoke back to her. I took Dionne around the outside area, so that I could speak to the rest of the guys that were here, along with introducing Dionne to them.
Usually, when they were out here, they would sit on milk crates, and shit. There was only one chair that was out here, and I was going to try my luck with Dionne and see if she fell for the bait. I sat down on the chair, and I put my hands out, like you would do with a baby, when you were trying to get them to come to you, so that you could pick them up.
“Sit in my lap,” I said it in a way that had me looking down at her arms, and I could see the way the hairs had stood up.
“Absolutely not. You stand, and let me sit,” she offered, and I laughed.
“I won’t even touch you. I’ll keep my hands on the side of me. Just sit in my lap. I promise that I won’t do shit to violate you. Come on,” I pried, this time patting my thigh with my hand.
Dionne looked around, as if she was looking to see if anyone out here was paying attention to us. The guys were doing their own thing, not giving a damn about anything that we had going on.
The table that was next to us, she sat her purse down on it, and I thought that she was going to try to be petty, and stand there, but she shocked me when she came over, and she sat down on my lap. She sat sideways on me, and the self- control that I always talked about having, that shit went out of the window for a little bit because my dick encountered her ass, so it jumped in my jeans, and she felt that shit too because her head immediately looked down at me. I saw how wide her eyes hadgotten, as if she couldn’t believe what she just sat on, and she cleared her throat, along with tucking her hair behind her ear. I know she did that shit out of nervousness.
I thought that she was going to try and get up once she felt that, but she didn’t. She stayed on me, and I extended my right leg, and I bobbed my head to the R&B music that was out here playing.
“What you do during the day?” I asked her, just trying to spark up conversation.
“I’m up early in the mornings because I like to work out before the sun comes up. The old me used to spend my days shopping, at spas, and traveling, but I’ve been working on something lately, and that’s been taking up a lot of my time,” she expressed.
“What you been working on? That’s the reason you weren’t texting, and calling me? What’s got you busy like that?” I wanted to know.
“It’ a surprise. Nobody knows about it yet,” she kept it short.
“Give me a hint then. What is it? Like a business venture?” I pried, wanting to know.
“Yes,” she was stubborn in her response, not trying to tell a nigga shit.
“Every time that I’m around you, I pick up on little things about you. I can tell that your into fashion. You wear the kind of fashionable pieces that most people don’t typically wear. You rocking Dior today, and this is probably the most chilled attire that I’ve ever seen you. I can tell that you have a thing for fragrances too. Each time that I’m around you, you never smell the same. Your scent is always different. I’m into cologne, so when I smell you, I can tell that it’s not just one scent that your using. Your mixing up shit, and you always smell so fuckin good. You have a thing for jewelry. I spotted that out about you when we met for the first time, and the way you were looking at mywatch. Just by the way that you were examining it, I knew that you were a woman that liked nice shit. This business venture, it either has something to do with fashion, beauty, or maybe even jewelry,” I took a wild guess, and she smiled, while shaking her head no.
“All of your answers are wrong. You’re going to have to wait for the surprise just like everyone else,” she said.
“That’s the thing though; the role that I’m trying to have in your life, I want it to be the opposite of what everyone else gets. Shit, I’m trying to be the nigga that you pillow talk with, and listen to you tell me all your dreams, and goals before they become your reality. I’m not trying to be on the same level as anyone else in your life,” I said some real shit to her, and like it was just a bunch of bullshit that I was spitting, she rolled her eyes at me.
“I see why those hoes let you fuck. You talk a good game,” she said.
