She shook her head. “Nope. No, I do not. I’ll see you tonight, Mr. Spivy.”
“Kareem,” I said without thinking. I intended for this girl to just be a vacation fling, but now she had my first and last name.
“Kareem.” The way my name rolled off her tongue had me ready to brick up again. I knew I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, Mermaid. See you tonight at seven.” I turned and walked away.
From behind me, I heard her soft voice call out. “See you then, Mr. Spivy.”
I chuckled. I could tell shorty was a handful, and I couldn’t wait to juggle all that beautiful glory.
chapter 3
ARIELLE
My fist clutched around my phone as I nervously looked around the restaurant. The day had been a long one, and I’d really wanted to order room service and crash after going to the beach earlier, but Kareem had changed all that. Realistically, I could have flaked on him, but everything in me screamed that if I stood this man up, I would miss out on a good time, and that was why I was here, wasn’t it?
The vibration of my phone startled me. I loosened my grip on it slightly as I glanced down at it.
AJflashed across the screen.My older brother. There was no doubt in my mind that Mariah, my younger sister, had ratted on me. I called her an hour ago, freaking out about this impromptu . . . hangout session—since I couldn’t call it a date—and I knew her ass had called our brother and told him.
“Big ass mouthed traitor,” I mumbled as I silenced my phone. No way was I going to answer the phone for him right now. A lecture was not what I needed at the moment.
Besides, my eyes landed on who had to be the finest man in this resort. My teeth captured my bottom lip as I gazed at him. I had no shame as I openly stared. He had on a light blue linen set. The shorts went just past his knees, and the short-sleeved top was open and showing off what looked like a fresh undershirt. There was no way he didn’t know how fine he was. When he approached me on the beach earlier, I was surprised as hell. Then he asked me to dinner, and I felt speechless. He was the kind of man who could have any bitch he wanted, and he chose to spend a meal with me. I felt flattered.
It wasn’t that I didn’t know how beautiful I was. I just felt like other people couldn’t see beyond that and see how worthy of their time I actually was. Men had a way of missing the great traits I had to offer. They took advantage of my kindness and looked at my big heart as a weakness. I knew I was a prize, but situations in my past made me feel less than. I knew I could get any man, but could agoodman land in my lap? That, I wasn’t sure of.
Is Mr. Spivy a good man?I wondered as I looked at him.
As if he could hear my thoughts or feel my presence, his head turned, and he looked right at me. It felt like all the air had been sucked from my lungs. His eyes seemed to gaze into the deepest parts of me, like he could see right into my soul.
I shivered as he stood from the table he sat at and walked over to me. By the time he made it to me, I think I managed to school my awestruck expression into something more neutral, but when he smirked, I wasn’t so sure. He looked at me like he knew exactly what I thought.
“You plannin’ on standin’ over here all night? Or do you care to join me?”
His deep voice sent vibrations through my body, and I shivered again.
My head tilted back so I could fully look into his eyes. “Of course, I want to join you, Mr. Spivy.”
My voice came out silky smooth, like velvet. Kareem’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and I could tell I had the same effect on him as he had on me. I was pleased by this as my cheeks warmed. When he reached his hand out for me, I grabbed it happily, curious about where the night would take us. It was clear to me the sexual chemistry was there, and though I didn’t come to this resort to fuck on someone’s son, I realized I wouldn’t mind changing my plans for Kareem.
My soft hand touched his, and another shiver went up my spine. His hand was rough and gave me a sense of protection as he guided me through the colorful restaurant and to the table he previously sat at.
It surprised me when he pulled my chair out for me.
“Fine and a gentleman?” I muttered, not really meaning for him to hear me.
Unfortunately for me, it seemed as though his hearing was immaculate because he pushed my chair in, and once I was situated, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I got a big dick too.”
And damnit if I didn’t choke on my spit. His large hand patted my back, which didn’t make this situation any better. I choked harder because of his touch. His ass had me flustered, and somehow, without even seeing his face, I knew he knew that shit.
Finally, I reached for the glass of ice water on the table in front of me and chugged as much of it as I could. By the time I got my damn throat under control, Kareem sat across from me, leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. He looked at me with amusement, and my cheeks heated in embarrassment.
To avoid his gaze, I quickly picked up the menu and hid behind it. “Have you been to this restaurant yet?”
“Yep.”
My jaw clenched. I could tell he got a kick out of making me squirm. Defiantly, I squared my shoulders and looked at him. “What’s good on the menu?”
