“Do you do this with everyone?” I asked.
“Hold that thought.” He stopped to stop my bath water. “Come on, and we can talk about it after we bathe.”
There was no way a single man who was throwing grade A dick like Jah didn’t come with problems. He was sexy, had his own money, ran a multimillion-dollar business, and was a family man. I had my own issues and didn’t want to take on any of his. I let him grab my hand and walk me into his master bathroom.
“I know you’re overthinking in your head. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company. And when you get out, you can ask a nigga anything. Is that cool?”
“Sure.”
“Aight, step in. I keep all of Lonni’s favorite bath products here. All of it is new, and no, another woman has not been in my tub,” he finished.
As promised, I enjoyed a nice hot bath while he showered a few feet away. I really needed the soak because I was a little sore. After he got dressed back in his pajama pants, he helped me out of the tub, dried me off, and oiled me down. Where the hell did this man come from, and why was I blessed to encounter him?
“Are you still not hungry?”
“Not going to lie, I am a little hungry now.”
“I figured you would be. Came in here being all cute and shy. I ordered us something before you came. While you get dressed, I’ll go warm it up and bring it to you.”
“You really going to hold me hostage?” I asked.
“You’re free to leave. Do I want you to leave? Hell nah, but the choice is yours, baby.”
He left me there in a towel while he walked into his closet and came back with a shirt and a pair of boxers.
“If you’re staying, you can put this on while I go get the food.”
When he walked out, I snatched the clothes up and put them on. It was time for me to stop fronting like I didn’t enjoy being around this man. I just didn’t want my decisions to be based on dick alone. A few minutes later, he walked in with a tray and placed it across me.
“You’re a good host.”
“What do you take me for? I know how to treat women.” He laughed as he sat next to me.
“How did you know I would like dumplings?” I looked over at him.
“You look like you eat weird shit like me. And what person doesn’t like sushi and dumplings? If they don’t, they have no idea what they are missing.”
“You’re right,” I laughed. “My best friend that you met yesterday has a favorite sushi spot we go to. We drink and have a great time. It’s away from anyone who can run into us.”
“Good to know. What else do you like?”
I looked over at him, confused.
“What do you mean? I thought we were just…you know.”
“We’re just having a damn conversation, Tatiyonna.”
“I’m just making sure because the last man to ask me what I liked cheated.”
“I’m not him, baby. Don’t confuse that for this.”
“Okay, I like things like flowers, slow mornings, my favorite coffee or tea. Private trips and fancy dinners.”
He placed a dumpling in his mouth and nodded. “What kind of flowers do you like?”
“Pink roses or tulips. My husband constantly has pink roses delivered to the house.”
“Wait, so he’s not in the house with you?”
