I watched the sway of her hips in the dress she wore as she walked down the steps. The boots she had on had a small heel that gave her a little height. She’d gotten her hair done, and whoever did it put big curls in it that hung down her back.
After I locked the door, I followed behind her. When I caught up to her, I whispered in her ear, “Just because you buy me dinner doesn’t mean you are getting any of my goods.” I kissed her ear, then opened the driver’s side door for her.
Her laughter pierced the quietness of the air.
“That’s how y’all men be.” She slid inside the car, and I closed the door.
There was no way I was going to let her open the car door for me. It was bad enough that she insisted she do everything for this date, including bringing me flowers. I’d never gotten flowers before.
“For the record, I never expected a woman to put out after a meal,” I said as I got in the car. “But if you insist, I don’t have a problem with it,” I teased.
Maverick giggled and started her car. Once we were both secured, she pulled out of the driveway.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She winked.
While we drove to wherever she was taking me, we talked about our days. I filled her in on a couple of the calls I had gone on. She told me about some patients she saw and some new case study she was a part of. Maverick constantly learned about stomach issues and medications to help her patients. She was all beauty, brains, and sexiness. Sometimes I couldn’t get over the fact that she was going to be my wife and the mother of my future children.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a restaurant. They had valet parking, so I helped Maverick out of the car and handed the keys to the attendant.
“This fancy, ain’t it?” I asked as I placed my hand on the small of Maverick’s back.
“Had to be if I was going to compete with your fiancée.”
I pulled the door open for her, and we stepped inside. It was one of those restaurants that had low lighting and soft music playing. Distinctive chatter could be heard, but it wasn’t too loud.
I looked down at Maverick’s finger and smiled at her ring sparkling under the light.
“Looks like someone already iced you out,” I teased.
Maverick gave her name to the hostess, then turned toward me.
A huge smile filled her face, showing all her pretty ass teeth. She held her hand up and admired her ring for a second.
“He did. But he allows me to play from time to time.”
“Don’t get nobody fucked up in here,” I whispered in her ear.
She cracked up as the waitress told us that we could follow her. As we walked to our table, I spotted a familiar face. I prayed she didn’t see me or make a big deal out of it, because I wasn’t trying to cause any issues with Maverick or anyone else.
When we reached the table, I pulled Maverick’s chair out for her, then pushed it in once she sat down.
The hostess put the menus on the table, then told us that a waitress would be over.
“You know that broad?” Maverick’s head tilted toward the other table.
“Yeah. That’s the chick I was messing with before you came along.”
“Oh, okay. I hope she chooses to keep her ass and her eyes over there because I hate to have to punch her in her damn eyeballs.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the frown on Maverick’s face and the look in her eyes.
“Don’t worry about her. Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” I needed to get her attention off homegirl, because she wasn’t worth it. I also didn’t think she would start anything anyway. She probably was just surprised to see me.
Maverick went from frowning to smiling, and that was all I wanted.
“You didn’t, but thank you. You look good, too.”
“Thank you, baby.”
