“Please.”
“You’re fine as fuck, built like a Greek god, got a few dollars in your pocket, and you made it to your forties with no kids and baby mama drama. Amongst us women, we would assume you're gay or a weirdo. I scratched gay off the list because you’ve been pressing me like a hot comb, so all that leaves is weirdo.”
“Damn.”
“You already said that.”
“I know, but it’s all I can think of to say. Thank you for removing me from those categories, not that there’s anything wrong with being gay or weird.”
My attempt at pretending to be hurt only lasted a few seconds before we both broke out in laughter.
“Seriously, the way you came to that conclusion is wild,” I told her.
“Not really. I think it makes total sense.”
The server returned with our drinks and appetizer. We continued to converse while enjoying both. I’d said something funny, causing her to let her head fall back in laughter, and I swear I fell in love. I had no idea if that was even possible, but if ever asked about our first date, I’d say it was when I fell in love.
For the first few minutes after our meal arrived, we ate in silence, except for a few moans from Naryah that made my dick stiffen. When she asked me if I wanted to try theParmesan-crusted fried shrimp she’d ordered, I agreed because her moaning made it sound like the best food she’d ever had.
I didn’t expect her to feed me, so when she picked up the shrimp, leaned forward, and extended her arm across the table, I was surprised. I opened my mouth, and she slowly slid the shrimp onto my tongue. Before she could move her hand, I grabbed her wrist, and our eyes locked.
I closed my mouth over her index finger and thumb, running my tongue over and between them. Her breath hitched just before I released her, and she snatched her hand away as if it were on fire.
“That’s good, but I’m willing to bet you taste better.”
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” I said a few minutes into our drive.
After the comment I made when she let me taste the shrimp, not much else was said. I’d royally fucked up and didn’t know how I’d fix it, but I knew I had to start with an apology.
“It’s fine.”
“No, baby, it’s not fine. It rolled off my tongue before I had a chance to think about how you might take it.”
“I said it’s fine, Graham. Worse things have been said to me.”
“That’s no excuse. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed.”
“I did.”
Neither of us spoke for the remainder of the ride. She was probably thinking of how fast she could get away from me, while I beat myself up about letting my dirty mind fuck up our night. When I parked in her driveway, she didn’t wait for me to open her door, as she had earlier.
I waited for her to walk around my truck and walked her to the porch. She removed her keys from her purse and unlocked the door. I was smart enough not to follow her inside.
As soon as she stepped inside, the alarm sounded, and Que began barking. She punched in the code and called out to Que to stop his barking.
“Thank you for this. I had a great time,” she said after turning to face me.
“Thank you for agreeing to join me. I had a great time too. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
“You too.”
She closed the door, and I remained there until I heard the locks turn and the alarm set. A minute later, I was pulling into my garage, still beating myself up for my fuck up.
This wasn’t how I imagined our date ending. Of course, the savage in me wanted to end my night between her thighs, but considering she refused to acknowledge our outing as a date, I knew that was a long shot.
Since I’d taken sex off the table, I thought we might spend a few hours on her porch talking over a few glasses of wine. Instead, I was standing under a stream of cold water, trying to calm my dick down.
After my shower, I pulled on a pair of lounge pants and a T-shirt, then stopped at the front door to slip into my slides. I was headed across the street because I refused to allow my night with Naryah to end on a sour note.
