“That sounds like a good idea,” he said, and I reared back. “Yeah, let’s call this a date. One of many we are going to have.”
“Um excuse me?” I stared at the back of his head. “This is not a date.”
“Yes, it is.” He turned on his blinker and then switched lanes. “We can use this time to get to know each other.”
“I don’t want to know you,” I quickly said.
“That’s a damn lie.” He looked at me through the rearview mirror and gave me a lop-sided grin. “You can’t marry a stranger now, can you?”
“Marry?” My eyes damn near jumped out of my head, and this crazy nigga just nodded. “I am not marrying you.”
“Yes, you are.” He turned and pulled into a drive-thru. “What do you want to eat?” I slowly blinked as I watched him. “Xoey?” He turned around to face me. I hated that he was so damn attractive; dark skin, full lips, and pretty ass white teeth made my heart slam into my chest. But it was his dark eyes that held me captive whenever I stared into them. They were the only thing that I thought about since our first meeting at Hood and Legacy’s engagement party. “Xoey?” he smiled, and his open-faced grill sparkled in the sun.
I slammed my legs together to try to calm my pussy down. “I don’t eat meat,” I quickly answered, shaking my head.
“I know,” he said, nodding. “This is a vegan spot.” I quickly turned and looked at the menu board, and my mouth dropped open in surprise. “Now, what do you want to eat?”
“Umm, I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head.
“I’ll order for you then.” He turned back around, rolled the window down, and waited.
“Welcome to Come’On, what can I get you?”
“Let me get two number sevens, one with strawberry lemonade and the other with peach,” Gift ordered.
“Anything else?”
“Nah, that’s it,” he replied, then pulled up to the window. He swiped his card, then relaxed into his seat. “Alright, so tell me about you, Xoey. What do you like to do?”
The window opened again, and a woman handed him two drinks. He put straws in them, then put them in the cup holders. “Oh, hey, Mr. Officer,” she said, smiling. “I thought that was you. It’s been a few days. How have you been?”
“I’m alright,” Gift said, taking the drinks. “How much longer on my food?”
The woman was damn near eye fucking him, and he barely gave her a second look.
“Not long,” She leaned into the window and smiled at him. “Maybe five minutes or so.”
“Alright,” he said, then leaned back in his seat and gave me his full attention as he watched me through the mirror. “You gonna answer my question?”
“Mr. Officer?” the woman in the window said, trying to get his attention. “You been okay?”
I cut my eyes to her, and annoyance crept up my spine. Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward so she could see me. “I like killing people, Gift,” I answered him. The woman’s eyes cut to me, and her brows went up. “If my doctors knew how many people I actually killed, they’d label me a serial killer.” I watchedthe woman’s mouth drop open, and she backed up from the window.
“Shit, me too,” Gift smirked.
“You would call me a serial killer, too?” I turned my attention back to him.
“Nah, Xoey,” he answered. “They’d label me a serial killer too.”
The woman returned to the window, handed Gift a bag, and slammed it shut. He checked over the food, which smelled good as hell, then closed the boxes and set them on the passenger seat. He eased out of the drive-thru and turned right, in the opposite direction of the police station.
“Um where are we going?” I asked as I sat back.
“You trust me, Xoey?” He kept driving as I stared at the back of his head. “I’m going to need you to trust me, baby. That’s the only way this is going to work. I operate completely on trust and trust only. If you can’t handle that, then let me know now so I can turn this car around.”
“I don’t know you to trust you,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re asking for a lot from me, and you’re a stranger.”
“That’s what this date is for,” he chuckled as he continued to drive. “It’s just getting to know each other.”
