Page 21 of See No Evil

Chapter Seven

… The next day

It was likedéjà vu. Legend sat on the lady’s couch, his belly full from a delicious steak dinner. He couldn’t believe his luck. That afternoon, he’d received a call from Desiree right after he’d gotten off work, stating that hell had frozen over because Kaylee’s father had called and wanted to pick her up, and take her for the day. It was Saturday, and she didn’t have to work or go to class. She had her apartment to herself, and since she’d enjoyed his company so much the day before, she wanted him to come back so she could return the favor, and cook for him. Netflix. Hulu. And Chill.

They were now engrossed in a heated conversation.

“You’re paranoid.” She stretched her toes, and they brushed against his thigh.

“Nope. Just careful.”

Today, she had on a black robe and matching satin pajamas. Same boobies bounced about all carefree, teasing the hell out of him.

“With the life I had growin’ up, Legend, I’m careful, too. That’s why it never takes me long to see who’s full of shit, and who’s not.”

“Then how did you get tripped up by your daughter’s father? According to the argument I overheard you having with him, he’s a whole clown.”

She sighed. “I was still young then. Fallin’ for the trickery, dickery, dock. He talked a good game, believe me, and we have a history. That made it even more complicated.”

“High school sweethearts?”

“No. Same foster care parent.”

He cracked his knuckles, mulling her words.

“I bet I know you better than you think I do,” she offered, her lips twisted, and a mischievous expression was on her face.

“Oh, really?” He slowly stood and stretched. “Well, before you get started, hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” He grabbed his empty glass which had been filled with red wine, made his way into the kitchen, replenished it, and returned to the couch. After taking a quick sip, he put it down again.

“So uh,” he stroked his beard and beamed, “you were about to tell me the ways that you know me better than I think you do.”

“I was, and I do.”

“All right. Bet. Prove it.” He loved a challenge. Sitting back, he waited for the show to begin.This is a game. She’s playing with me. Cat and mouse… foreplay…

“Will you be honest if I’m right about something? Even if it’s not a good thing?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“I know you’re a playboy.”

“What do you mean by playboy?”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious. What’s your definition of a playboy, Desiree?”

“A man who is good lookin’ and uses it to get what he wants. Usually to run through a bunch of women, to get favors and money. Things like that.”

“I used to be like that. Today? Not so much. I’ll give you a half right on that.”

“Whatever. I’m still right because you probably just pulled game on some lady last week. Now, on that same line of questioning… You get a lot of female attention in class, but that’s nothin’ new to you.”

“I do get a lot of female attention, period, but I’m sure you get a lot of male attention, too, so don’t even try it. I don’t have bad taste, so I know I’m not the only man who wants to spend some time with you, and—”

“But we’re not talking about me right now. We’re talking about you. Next, I think—”

“Do you think I deserve that attention, baby?”

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