“Jesus Christ!” Troy exclaimed.
“It felt so amazing to me to see Kevin tag that ass,” I cheered, causing Troy to bust out laughing.
“Yo! Your ass is wild, and that’s some wild ass shit you just told me!”
“Now you see why I’m single. Y’all men be doin’ the most.”
“Nah, not all men,” Troy corrected, causing me to give him the side eye and lip. “What? Don’t be side eyeing me!” He chuckled. “I came clean about all my shit and explained to you why I didn’t tell you at first. As far as I’m concerned, that shouldn’t be an issue for you any longer. You gotta stop thinking all men are out to get you.”
“Why, when it’s the truth? Every man that I have been with ended up being on some bullshit, no lie!” I convinced. “So, until I see different, that’s my truth.”
“That’s ‘cause you evidently were picking the wrong men! Not all men are out there with the M.O. to hurt women. That’s not my intention with you.”
“I sure hope not. Hopefully, you keep it real with me from here on out. Especially if you think you gon’ get some of Ms. Kitty,” I joked, but was serious.
“Really?” Troy rhetorically asked. “Oh, if I want some Ms. Kitty, I can get it. Believe that!”
Smiling at him in a flirtatious way, I threw caution to the wind and was down for whatever to happen between us. I was tipsy, feeling a little too relaxed, and horny as hell. Knowing that Troy had a baby mama lurking in the shadows that was having problems letting go of him, I had to lock him down, so I went into action.
“Is that so?” I asked as I walked up to him.
He was sitting on one of the bar stools that I had in front of my mini bar. Placing my glass down on top of the bar, I walked into his space and stood between his legs. Running my hands up his thighs starting from his knees up and stopping at his hip. He took a sip from his glass then I took it from him, taking a sip from his glass, placing it next to mine on the bar. Leaning into each other’s personal space, we locked eyes and started kissing.
His lips tasted so good, with the hint of Crown on them. We went from small pecks to French kissing, and at that point, I was gone. I didn’t care about being that girl that had sex on the first date because after tonight, he was about to be mine anyway.
Jolting out of my sleep to the smell of bacon, I held the side of my head from the pounding hangover that I had due to all thedrinking I had done last night. I would have thought that last night’s romp in bed was a dream if it wasn’t for the smell of food cooking. I would have forgotten that Troy spent the night with me. Checking the time and seeing that it was almost seven-thirty a.m., I sighed in relief. My first client was scheduled for ten, which gave me plenty of time to get my bearings together before having to get ready for work. Getting out of bed as naked as the day I was born, I grabbed my Savage x Fenty silk, lavender robe that barely covered my ass and loosely tied it closed.
As I headed out of my bedroom, I saw all of Troy’s clothes except for his boxers spread out on the ottoman at the foot of my bed. I couldn’t believe that he and I had spent the night together on the first night like that. The ache in between my thighs and legs feeling like noodles was the reminder of how good he blew my back out.
“Good morning,” I said, strolling into the kitchen. Troy was standing there with only his boxers on showcasing his big bulge while fixing our plates. He had made scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. What a way to wake up and such a glorious sight to see first thing in the morning.
“Good morning, sexy lady,” he responded, looking me over then licking his lips.
“Thanks for cooking breakfast. That was very sweet of you.”
“You’re welcome. You were sleeping so peacefully when I went to check in on you. I hope I wasn’t making too much noise. I wasn’t trying to wake you.”
“Oh no, I didn’t even feel you get out of bed. The smell of food is what woke me up.” I smiled. “What time do you have to be at work?”
“Nine, what about you?”
“Not until ten, thank God!” I praised, taking a seat at my kitchen table. Troy handed me my plate and I immediately dug in.
“So, how is it?”
“Not bad. When you said you knew how to cook, I didn’t think you meant this good.”
“Yeah, my mom taught me. I enjoy cooking actually. You should let me make you dinner.”
“When, tonight?” I asked, smiling at the thought. Troy was a great catch. His sex was on point, he was handsome, and he knew how to cook. Yeah, I wasn’t about to let this one get away.
“Yeah, if you’re available. I get off at five. I can stop at the grocery store then swing by and whip us up something.”
“That sounds good. Saturdays are one of my busiest days though. I usually don’t get off until after seven. Is that too late?”
“Not at all. How about you come to my house for dinner instead of me waiting here for you get off? That way dinner will be ready by the time you get there.”
“I’d like that.”
