Page 41 of Trucker
“I have my own mind. If you’re a bitch, then that’s what it is. If you’re a prude, that’s none of my business.” I leaned back. “I’m very easy—I thought you would know that by now.”
“Good to know.” She tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
After cleaning up for dinner, Taji all but ran away from me. I was pretty sure that had been a very intimate conversation for her.
While I was tempted to go after her, I relegated myself to sitting on the front porch, enjoying the cool night air, staringdown at my cell. I had called up Zoom’s number, wanting to talk to her about what was happening between myself and Taji.
Sure, I’d only known her for a short time.
But I wanted her.
And I could keep playing games or be a grown up about things.
I wanted to have her smile at me with fire in her eyes, that body wrapped around me. I wanted to feel her palm against my bare chest as she slept.
I knew, deep down, she was the kind of woman I’d love to have in my arms—the kind of woman who would hold me after a long day.
Weak, I called Zoom.
“Hey, Trucker. What’s good, man?” Kaos answered his wife’s phone.
“It’s all good.” I replied, rising and descending the front steps. “I wanted to talk to Zoom but since I got you, can I ask you something?”
“Sounds serious.”
“It kind of is—but it’s also kind of personal.”
“We’ve been friends long enough now for you to know you can ask me anything.” Kaos replied.
“I—”
I paused because though Kaos and I were friends, he was that friend that I had inherited from Zoom. We were close but this was something else.
“What’s on your mind?” Kaos pushed.
“This is personal?—”
Kaos sighed loudly. “You’ve said that already. Spit it out.”
“When you and Zoom started dating—was your attraction for her at first sexual?”
“Well, wasn’t expecting that.” Kaos laughed. “Not at first. We were friends for a while. Then things shifted.”
“Okay—how?”
“When I started looking at her as a woman and not just my best friend—yes. We did best friend things. We talked like best friends.”
“Mm.”
“Then one day, it was more. Then came the sexual attraction that hit me in the chest like a baseball bat. I remember the day I realized what was happening. I couldn’t breathe right for a bit.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah—and that grew into more.”
“More?” I blinked. “Jesus Christ, Kaos! How could you handle more?”
“For her—anything.”
