“So how old is your brother?” she asks, jumping right into it.
“Twenty-three. Well, twenty-two. He’ll be twenty-three in August.”
“How much older than him are you?” she asks.
“You trying to get my age?”
“Yes. I’m a single mother with two adorable little girls and I’m twenty-eight. I don’t have time for a YN.”
“Kadean is the YN, not me. I’m a grown ass man. Thirty, but you know that already,” I tease and her eyebrows furrow.
“And how do I already know?” she says before biting the bottom left corner of her lip.
“You didn’t know?” I ask and she does the lip shit again. “You didn’t look at my chart?”
After taking a big gulp of her drink, she smiles sheepishly then finally admits, “Alright, damn. I looked at your chart after you asked for my number. I was curious.”
“I knew it. You were on me,” I say and she shakes her head.
“Like I said, I was curious.” She takes another sip from her glass then leans back on the sofa, cup still in her hand. “You don’t like the drink?” she asks while darting her eyes toward my cup.
“It’s straight. I just like less fruity shit,” I admit.
“Then why’d you bring it?”
“For you. I figured you might like it.”
“There’s some shots in the minibar or we can order you what you like through room service,” she suggests.
“I can fuck with this. It’s still liquor,” I admit. To prove my point, after eating the last sushi roll on my lid, I take a huge gulp of my drink, killing almost half of the glass. It’s fruity as fuck but I rock with it. Then I shift, inching a little closer to her and resting my back on the sofa. The top of her head lines up with my shoulder. “How tall are you?” I ask.
“Five-eight. Too short or too tall?”
“Neither. Just right,” I admit because she is.
“What about you?” she asks, then sits up. She dramatically looks under the table then back up to me. “Let me guess. Six-two?”
“Close. Six-one but why you do all that looking and examining?”
“’Cause you could have had a short or long torso. I wanted to check before I guessed.”
“Now you got me wanting to know. Is my shit long or short?”
“It’s normal,” she says. This time, my eyes scan her body. With her legs stretched out, her hips spread a little. “What are you checking? My torso?” she questions.
“I’m checking all of you really. You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Thank you. I like what I see in the mirror,” she teases then adds, “You’re kinda cute too.”
“I’ll take that,” I say, then take another sip of the fruity drink. She does the same. “What else you wanna know about me?”
“You’re a businessman with two locations. That’s a big deal. What made you choose detailing?”
“I had a little money saved up and knew I needed to flip it the right way. I was taking care of Kadean and also knew my ass couldn’t work for nobody on a daily. I started checking out easy startup businesses. I was thinking laundromats at first but it’s enough of them in the city. Then I got lucky. My boy who picked me up after my surgery is a realtor and he told me about the old car wash being for sale.”
“That’s right. It was something else years ago. I remember. Duds & Suds, right?”
“Yeah, that’s it, and I got it about eight months after they closed. They only offered washing and vacuums, so I had to have it built out for detailing. I extended the front area too.”
