“You sho’?”
“Positive.”
It was something about that little snappy shit I liked. Not over the top with it. Grounded, stern voice, presence soft, but solid.
“You read my mind because I like Kong’s Chinese. They get so damn busy, and my schedules so packed, I didn’t think I’d have time to make it over here.”
Winking at her. “I got you.”
She went to open the door. “You ain’t opened a door while you’ve been with me, fuck you doing, Eris?”
She took her hands off the door. “Oh, my bad.”
The restaurant wasn’t as packed as she predicted. She could enjoy her meal without having to rush.
We sat down, and Eris checked her surroundings. She kept her head on a swivel. Vigilant. But she didn’t need to, that was my job. She’d never have to worry about protection with me.
“Thank you for lunch, Rayzor.”
“Rayzor is for the ring. Call me Court, Courtland, Daddy, whatever you want to, but you gon’ get comfortable with the real me.”
“Daddy?” She bashfully smiled.
“Hell yeah. Ain’t that what you called me when I was in the pussy on the first night?”
“In my defense, I was tipsy.”
“Yeah, tipsy off this dick,” I replied, making her laugh.
I couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was. Eris has that model type beauty. And her drive, smarts, and independence took her looks to the next level. That’s always some shit I could get behind.
“I told you I wanted to do something I’d never done before.”
“You wanna do that shit again?”
“I think the point of doing something you’ve never done before requires a one-time thing. You don’t revisit it.”
“You saying my dick ain’t good?”
“No. I’m not saying that at all. Good God no.” She blushed with embarrassment. That shit was cute.
I had her. Her chocolate skin flushed. She was carefully orchestrating her words not to say the wrong thing. Not that it’ll offend me. I already know what it was.
“I’m fuckin’ with you. Let’s get this food ordered. What you like?”
“I love the house Lo Mein. It’s flavorful and fulfilling.”
“Order for me then. Let me go to the bathroom.” I got up, her eyes followed.
“Bathroom?” I asked the waitress.
They pointed me to the direction and my head damn near touched the ceiling of this small ass box. What the fuck was up with Eris and boxes? It’s gotta be her favorite shape.
Eris was spaced out when I returned.
“You aiight?”
She slowly turned her head. “I’m just thinking.”
