“Yeah,” I reached to move her hand and turn them on. “My mama the only one that ever uses the shit.”
“Oh… wow.” I glanced to see her close her eyes. “These feel good.”
“You can turn the heat on too.” I hit the button, and her ass was really feeling it then.
“I could stay in this seat all day,” she groaned.
“I’m sorry to disappoint, love, but you gon’ have to enjoy that shit on the way back because we’re here.”
She sat up to see where we were and gasped.
“The Culinary Caboose! I’ve been wanting to eat here since they opened.”
“Well, ya wish is my command.” I said before climbing out then going to help her out of the car.
Hand in hand we walked toward the entrance of the train. I’d reserved the whole thing for the night because I wanted to enjoy my time with Diamond in peace. It was hard as shit to go somewhere and not be spotted by fans or paparazzi. I knew how overwhelming the shit could be, so I made sure it was just us and the staff knew to give us distance.
They’d laid down a red carpet for us to take up to the train. I held onto Diamond’s hand to help her up the steps then I followed. The hostess led us to the middle caboose where there was a lone table sitting in the center of the dimly lit car. There were lights surrounding the space as well as candles on the white linen covered table. In the center of the table there was a vase full of red roses.
“Makhai, this is so nice,” Diamond said as I pulled her chair out.
“Facts it is,” I agreed, pulling my own chair out and taking a seat next to her.
“What is this?” she asked referring to the food that was already waiting for us.
“Amuse-Bouche,” the server answered, removing the silver lids from each of our plates. “Just a taste to get your evening started.”
He turned to the cart to grab a bottle of champagne then filled our glasses before he left, pushing his car ahead of him.
Diamond turned and took my hands to bless the food then she took a bite of the small ass crabcake. Her eyes closed for a moment while she chewed the food with a smile on her pretty ass face. She giggled when she opened them and noticed me smirking.
“I swear I’m not greedy, this is just really good.”
“You straight.” I chuckled, tossing one of my arms around the back of her chair then grabbing my own to eat it. It was small as fuck, only enough for me to taste, but she was right—the shit was fire.
“Good as hell, huh?”
“On Lord,” I smiled. “I’m mad the shit was only a taste.”
“It’s just an hors d’oeuvre. It’s not meant to be big.”
“Shit a fuckin’ teaser.” I chuckled. “Let’s make a toast.” I suggested grabbing my glass while she did the same.
“What are we toasting to?”
“To you,” I replied, lifting my glass. “I don’t really do this—dates on trains and shit—hell, half the time I’m moving around too much to even sit down and eat at the crib,” I chuckled. “But you made me want to slow down a little and plan something like this. So, to you,” I moved my glass toward hers. “The first woman I’veeverwanted to take out and actually did.”
Our glasses clinked and we both drank some of the champagne before she said, “This isn’t really your first date is it?”
“On Lord it is.”
“That is extremely hard to believe.”
“Shiddd, I don’t know why.” I chuckled. “You think I be havin’ time to take bitches out and shit?”
She shrugged. “You have time to sleep with women, so naturally I’d think they, at the very least, require that you take them out.”
“Naw, them hoes know to come with no requirements or I’m gon’ move on to the next. I ain’t the nigga for all of that shit.”
