“Okay, okay… I’m thirty-four but my girls make me feel older since they're always teasing me.”
“Thirty-four ain't old though. I’m thirty-five and still feel young.”
“I know but they always say I’m old because I don't do certain shit anymore.”
Rio reclined in his seat. “Like what?”
“Like going to the club every weekend, getting drunk, or staying out until the sun comes up. I’ll step out every blue moon but that’s it.”
“Yeah, that’s that young shit,” he agreed despite his recent trips to the club.
“See, you understand me.” She grinned as he admired her eyes. “But they're younger than me so they don't know that it gets old.”
“Yeah, it does… Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“What you looking for right now? I mean as far as a relationship.”
“Hmm.” She pondered with pursed lips. “I just wanna have fun right now. I don't think I’m on the hunt for anything serious but if it happened, I wouldn’t be opposed to anything.”
Rio was relieved because he couldn’t give Rozalin anything more than conversation, dick, and a few dates. Emotionally, he was still invested in a marriage that was no longer. It pained him to admit it, but it was true.
“Cool, I just wanted to see where your head was at.”
“Why? You don't want anything serious right now?”
“Nah, not now.” He smirked. “But I can’t resist that beautiful smile of yours. How come you ain't wifed up?”
Rozalin flicked her hand dismissively. “We don't have that kind of time. I could write a book on how my dating life has sucked.”
“Yeah, I heard the dating pool is some bullshit.”
“It is.” She rolled her eyes. “But whatever. I guess I’ll just roll with the punches until my Prince Charming comes.”
Rio despised asking the next question, but he had to know. “So, what you think your client will do once she finds out you trying to lock a nigga down?”
Rozalin’s infectious laugh filled the space, causing him to simper. “Lock you down? Oh, please don't flatter yourself.”
“I mean what?” He grinned. “You ain't trying to lock me down? I might be on that type of time with you,” he flirted.
The dimples in her cheeks deepened. “To answer your question, I don't know what she’ll do. I saw her the other day, and she didn’t look well. But she also accepted that you two are over.”
Rio resisted the urge to ask about Cali’s condition. He had been her protector for so long that he had to remind himself that it wasn’t his role anymore.
“We’re not exactly best friends but I’ve been doing her hair for years. Maybe she will feel some type of way and maybe she won’t. I don't know, and I’m honestly not worried about it.”
Rio didn’t give a fuck about Cali’s feelings, so he liked Rozalin’s answer. Picking up his drink, he said, “Let’s toast to you locking me down.”
She chortled, reluctantly raising her glass. “How about toast to a new friendship? That sounds better.”
“A’ight, cool.”
Their glasses met, creating a clinking sound before they took a sip. An hour later, Rio was in the back seat of his truck with Rozalin straddling him. Their lips had been tangled in a web of passion as he lifted her dress.
No panties? Yeah, she been plotting on a nigga…
Dipping his finger into her wetness, he noted how aroused she was. His dick sprang to life, stiffening in his jeans.Rio couldn’t even remember how they’d gotten there. The last thing he recalled was walking her toward her car, but she made a detour toward his truck. Rio didn’t stop her either. He needed a distraction even if this was their first date.
