As she took off, Alexis was at the register, mumbling to herself. He decided that after he left, he'd order his flowers from across town. While he enjoyed the customer service, he hadn't signed up to coddle a grown woman's feelings who wanted more than he was willing or capable of offering.
"What about these?" Tara held up a beautiful bouquet of assorted orange and yellow roses with a few sunflowers. "I can add some peonies, too. Jazz it up a bit. What do you say?" she asked when Alexis slammed the register.
"Everything's good over there?" Tara probed, looking at her cousin. She already knew she was mentally unraveling at the sight of them together. She'd warned her that Swift was an"ain't-shit nigga" with good dick, but her younger cousin refused to believe her.
"It's this stupid register. It was stuck again."
"I can help with that. You know, there's not much around here I can't do."
When Tara turned her back, Alexis slid her middle finger up with narrowed orbs and tight lips. Swift snickered, which quickly dissipated when Tara immediately spun back around, catching the frown on her cousin's face.
"Problem?" Tara challenged her.
"Aye," he intervened. "Ring all that up and have it delivered this evening. I'll even pay the express delivery fee. You already know the address, but no name."
"Oh, I see how you play." She poked him in the chest, lessening the space between them. "Since you were in the mood for playing earlier with the help, how about we play later?"
"Your ass is wild." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Let's go."
Off he went to the register with Tara on his heels. As soon as she rang up his order, he quickly tapped his card on the payment scanner. It was then that Alexis dropped a box on Tara's foot, causing her to yelp. She hopped on one foot, then grabbed hold of the counter.
"Want your receipt?" Alexis asked, a sinister grin on her face.
"Naw, keep it."
Swift couldn't believe what had just happened. He had a solution for that when he found their contact information once outside and blocked them both. He then looked down at his dick and smiled.
"You do too fucking much, man. I need to put your ass in time out."
After Star had eatena bowl of Brunswick stew, she crawled into bed with Chevy, whose mouth rested at the foot of her bed. His eyes fastened onto hers, and he whimpered as he wanted to be closer to her.
"Fine." She sat up and patted her mattress.
Chevy immediately lifted his head, leaping up and making his way to her. Lucky had already warned her about spoiling him, saying he wouldn't make for a good guard dog, but she didn't want him to be one. She wanted to keep him for herself and be her companion.
"No slobbing," she warned before her cheeks hiked when he barked as if he understood her.
It was pointless because she knew by morning, he would have fallen asleep, which included him slobbing all over her spread. She'd go through two, sometimes three a week if he slept with her without Lucky catching him.
"Now, let's see what I can find."
She was into medical television shows likeResidentorDocand sci-fi movies likeHunger Games. She found both exciting, even more than tinkering on motorcycles, trucks, or cars all day, leaving her with oil smudges on her skin and under her nails.
"Oh, I didn't know this started."
She sat up when the seriesHaloappeared as an option. Just when she pressed play, she heard a tap on her window. Chevy's head immediately shot up, followed by a series of barks. She tried to ignore it. She knew if she had, Chevy would have their Anatolian Shepherd dogs, Rocky and Rhoda, gnawing through the fence to get to their house.
"Should I ignore him?" she asked, knowing who it was. Chevy happily wagged his tail, causing her to snicker.
"I knew you liked him."
She rubbed Chevy's head as he barked once. Truth was, he tolerated Colt because of what he usually came with — doggie treats. When she pulled the curtain back, Colt grinned and lifted a bag labeledBarks and Meows. Chevy immediately leaped off the bed and ran to the window, barking excitedly.
"Fine, but you can only eat one." She held up one finger with an elevated brow. Chevy barked twice, causing her to giggle. "Is that doggie talk for two?"
"Star, come on," Colt whined, watching her debate with her dog. "Are you letting me in or not?"
She sighed, mostly because he'd rather climbed through her bedroom window than the front door. It gave sneaky vibes when they were, at one point, very much the relationship many girls wanted with him.
