“French tip and coffin. Long.”
“Oh, you tryna keep it classy this time.”
“You know it.”
She grinned. “Say less.”
While she worked, we gossiped about Valentine’s drama, watched two women side-eye each other from across the room like they were messing with the same man, and laughed when the girl next to me said she was faking a yeast infection to get out of a dinner date tomorrow.
“Don’t judge me,” she said.
“Hey, do you,” I replied as Tiff started on my pedicure. Soon, my toes were dipped in French, looking pretty as hell.
By the time I hit the little boutique up the street, I was tired but determined. I found a sexy red lace set with garters and a sheer robe that tied at the back like a damn gift wrap. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t about to ruin this man tomorrow.I grabbed some Thai takeout on the way home, tossed it in the passenger seat, and pulled off feeling dangerous.
At a red light, I reached for my phone to switch a song on my playlist when it rang. I bit my lip as Ahmad’s picture popped up on my screen.
As I answered on the third ring, I tried not to sound too thirsty. “Hey.”
His voice came through smooth and low. “What’s good, mamas?”
The sound alone made my shoulders drop. “Just finishing up my day,” I said, driving off. “Long week, but a good one. You?”
“Just dropped my bus at the lot,” he said, and I could tell he was blowing out smoke from his mouth. “Ran a full route thismorning and afternoon and only wanted to cuss out two kids. That’s growth.”
I snorted. “Not you being proud about only two.”
“Listen. These lil’ bad ass kids be wildin’, but they cool. Their parents even cooler. It ain’t bad. I’m stackin’ for this house, so it’ll do.”
“Wait… ahouse?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Been savin’ for a minute. Lookin’ to buy before summer.”
“That’s… really impressive,” I said, genuinely surprised. “A man with a plan?”
He chuckled. “I mean, I ain’t just fine wit’ good dick. I’m grown too.”
Whew.
I turned onto my street just as snow flurries started to come down. “So what are you about to get into?”
“Couple errands then parlay at my boy’s crib for a few before I turn on theQuickieDropapp,” Ahmad said, and then paused. “But honestly… I wanted to hear yo’ voice first.” My stomach flipped. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout you all damn day.”
My throat went dry as I parked my car and cut the engine off. “Yeah?”
“You know that,” he said. “You was thinkin’ ‘bout me too?”
I paused. Then whispered, “…Maybe.”
He chuckled, low and full of heat. “What part of me was on yo’ mind, Tae?”
I let the silence hang for a second too long. “All of you,” I mumbled. “I was thinking about you at work in the middle of my meeting. Then again, when I was at the salon.”
“Damn,” he said, voice low. “That bad, huh?”
“Thatgood, actually.”
He exhaled like he felt that shit. “You got me thinkin’ ‘bout that night. I can’t wait to feel that pretty pussy creamin’ on my dick. Oh, my God.”
