“Nooo. Please don’t do this to me, Bluey.” I drop my head on the steering wheel when I try a third time, and Bluey doesn’t start or show any signs of trying.
I sit there for ten minutes before I head back to the elevators to return to my apartment to think about my next move. I pull up the rideshare app and see the cost is more than I want to pay. Given the gynecologist’s location and the time of day, I understand, but I’m still not interested in paying that kind of money. Defeat hits me by the time I reach my home and enter the front door as light tears crawl down my face.
“What’s wrong?” Alijah’s voice causes me to jump, as I didn’t expect him to be near.
When I left a little while ago, he was still in his room, so I assumed he was either still asleep or getting ready for the day.
“Deshona?” Alijah calls my name, and my tears increase in frequency from the softness of his delivery.
I walk slowly toward the living room, where Alijah sits with his laptop on his lap as the TV shows the news.
“Bluey—my SUV won’t start,” I say as I change my words since he isn’t aware of the name I call my vehicle.
“Okay. Let me throw some shoes on, and I can take a look to see what’s going on.”
My face wrinkles when he places the laptop beside him on the couch and stands to do just that without waiting for my reply.
“Wait. You’re gonna look at my truck?”
“Why not? If I can’t figure it out, I’ll just take you wherever you need to go.”
What?
My brain short-circuits as I process Alijah’s words as he walks out of the room without another word. I’m frozen in place as the last couple of seconds echo in my mind. Alijah returns and heads to the front door.
“You ready?”
Mom has always told me that men ain’t shit, but I’ll be damn if Alijah doesn’t have me looking at him sideways.
I nod and head to the open door, and my pulse races once I pass through it without pressing against Alijah’s hulking frame.
“Don’t worry, I only bite by request.” I’m suddenly hot all over and aware of the drop in his voice, like those six words mean more than they should.
It takes great effort for me to walk to the elevator without showing any signs of there being a kink in my armor as Alijah’s footsteps sound behind me. When the elevator opens a minute later, we enter, and Alijah presses the button to take us to the lower level. No words are exchanged between us on the two-minute ride down.
“Lead the way.” Alijah holds his hand out as I nod and head toward Bluey.
Merriment fills me when the thought of seeing Alijah under the hood of my SUV inspecting to determine why it’s not starting. From his manicured looking hands, I didn’t expect him to be mechanically inclined, so I look forward to seeing him in action.
“Pop the hood for me, Dee.”
A nickname? My God, from whom all blessings flow. Hm. How can I repay the fair? Ali? Nah, too common. Let me sit on . . . hm, I would love to sit on his face.
I hit the button to open my door and then release the lever to pop the hood, as instructed, before my mind can go further into a downward spiral.
“Alright, try to start it for me.”
I’m already started, baby.
He’s talking about Bluey with your thirsty, I’m-not-interested ass.
The chastisement of my conscience causes me to insert the key in the ignition as I try to turn the key over. The clicking from before echoes, and my disposition becomes melancholy.
“Dang it. I’m gonna have to cancel my appointment.”
“Nah. This is an easy fix. I’m gonna run up to grab my keys. Your battery is dead. I’ll give you a jump, and you will be on your merry way soon after.”
My face contorts as my lips upturn, and my eyes fill with dreamy stars as I watch him walk off without waiting for my reply. The swag in his steps makes my pussy moisten as I’m acutely aware of the heaviness of the dick currently concealed by the basketball shorts he wears. Alijah’s effortless actions have me seeing him differently, and my libido isn’t the only thing having a change of heart about the man occupying the second room in the apartment.
