“Naw! Naw! Shut that shit off! Now!” Monte hollered.
Raque laughed so hard that she could not help him out.
Mia screamed, “Eww! I smell that through the phone!”
“Nasty ass. Ya lips gon’ fall off,” Stephanie warned.
“Ole yuck mouth ass,” JC grumbled.
“What in the hell?” Alicia asked.
“Told you. All that frontin’ gets you nowhere,” Josiah declared.
“Make sure y’all don’t puff-puff pass to his ass. He doesn’t get to share any weed after that shit. Literally and metaphorically,” Isaac declared.
The clients in our chairs roared with laughter, and some of them frowned in disgust.
“Hell, naw. You gon’ let them go out on you like that?” I asked Monte.
I could still hear the woman he recently started dating, Big Minnie, on the phone calling out, “Hello? Hello?”
What made it even worse was that she was a sanitation worker. She rode on the back of the truck, making sure the trash went into the compactor. There shouldn’t have been a single inch of her that wasn’t washed after her shift.
“Yaahhh!” Monte screamed and jabbed his phone. He was no longer worried about the oil on his hands. He stormed out of the shop with his phone, while everyone was still laughing and talking trash about what just happened. I didn’t think my guycould walk back through the door with his head up. I didn’t think any of us would ever look at him the same again.
After ten minutes of clowning Monte in his absence, everyone went back to what they were doing. Monte didn’t return, and by the time I stepped out of the shop to head to Baby’s house for the evening, his car was gone.
Baby had made plans for me to come to her place for dinner. She had left her shop around noon, and it was a little after five. I headed home, showered, and then went straight to her place from there.
“It smells good in here,” I greeted as she opened the door for me.
“Thank you. I made something special just for you,” she announced.
She pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
I had missed my woman, and I showed her by devouring her tongue and gripping her ass in the doorway. She tasted like peppermint and something spicy. Her tongue was warm and soft, and her mouth was ripe for the picking. My dick grew hard, stretching my jeans to capacity at the sweet warmth of her mouth and her soft curves underneath my hands.
“Think we’d better head inside before we give the neighbors a show,” I stated.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
I closed the door as she walked further inside, heading to the kitchen. She wore a beautiful baby blue, gold, and black silk kimono with furry, gold kitten-heeled slippers on her feet. I could see her curves moving generously underneath, and I wanted to bury myself in them.
The incident at the shop earlier between Monte and his girl popped back in my head, and I had to visibly shake my head to clear those thoughts.
“What?” she asked.
I hadn’t noticed that she was paying me attention. I had been so lost in my thoughts and watching her stir in Parmesan, mascarpone, and then broth in a pot.
“I was just thinking about something that happened at the shop today.”
“What?” she repeated. She watched me over her shoulder before she turned back and added butter into the pot.
“Trust me, babe, you don’t want to know.”
“I want to know everything about your day.”
“Trust me.”
