Page 71 of Blind Spot
I obeyed him and watched as he pulled my panties down my legs and off my right foot and then my left.
“I can’t go in here without any panties!”
“Why not? They’re wet, and they would be no different than if you were wearing a thong all up ya ass.”
“Well, what are you gonna do with them?”
“Take care of ’em for ya,” he stated and shoved them into his pants pocket.
“Dominic!” I hissed again when he pulled me out from the covering of the car door and closed it behind us. He led me up the sidewalk and to the front doors of The Ebony Candle. It was an upscale restaurant in the heart of Cherokee Springs, Georgia. It was easy to see the falls from the restaurant, and it definitely had a romantic appeal.
“Two for Garcia-Strong,” Dominic told the maître d’.
“Right this way, Mr. Garcia-Strong,” the tall, balding, dark-skinned man stated.
We followed him to where he introduced us to a greeter who escorted us to our table. We sat beside the fireplace in the restaurant and had a beautiful view of the river beyond and the falls in the distance.
A rose bouquet rested in the middle of the table. I looked around, thinking that we had the wrong table, until Dominic lifted the flowers and handed them to me. “These are for you, baby.”
“Aww, Dom. That’s so sweet. Thank you,” I stated as I buried my nose in them and sniffed.
“You’re welcome, baby. I’m gonna try hard to give you all the things you deserve and need from this day forward,” he explained as he pulled out my chair.
I sat down, and he pushed me back in again.
“This is so romantic, Dom. I never thought you were the romantic type.”
“You’ve known me all my life. You’re telling me that you never saw me do romantic shit?”
“That’s what I’m telling you. You’ve always been in and out of girls’ lives and never thought twice about it.”
“What about when I got Franceska Andreas that candygram for Valentine’s Day in the seventh grade?”
“It would have been romantic had you not convinced the girl to let you eat them all.”’
“Well she was the one who said she needed to watch her weight. Shit was stupid to me at twelve. How is you worried about your weight, shawty?”
I laughed. “I don’t know, but it was a thing to her.”
“Which is why she got her candy eaten.”
“Which prevented you from being romantic.”
“I was romantic. I was looking out for my girl so she didn’t have to. I’ve always been good at that shit,” he declared as he pulled my panties from his pocket and sniffed them.
“Dom!” I hissed as warmth flushed my face.
“What?” he asked, rubbing them across his nose.
“You can’t be doing that.”
“Why not?”
“That’s nasty and unsanitary. We’re in a restaurant.”
“Shiiid. I inhale all the other aromas that I’m eating in here, why not the one I eat the most?”
“Because it’s embarrassing.”
