Page 13 of Rocky

“True, but it’s too late now. If you were gonna kill us, you probably wouldn’t still be standing here.”

“I’m Rocky.”

“Rocky? I need your government name—first and last, please.”

“Rocky Rush.”

“Your birth certificate says?—”

“Violet, why are you opening the door for strangers?” Rue asked on her way down the stairs.

“He’s not a stranger. This is Rocky Rush.”

Rue sighed and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest and put all her weight on one leg.

“I’ll take it from here. Can you make sure your nephew isn’t making a mess in the bathroom?”

“Sure! It was nice to meet you, Mr. Rush,” Violet said, walking away.

Once she disappeared up the stairs, Rue spoke. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you forget we have a date?”

“How did you get my address?”

“Why does that matter? I’m here, and it doesn’t look like you’re ready to go.”

She had on a pair of baggy athletic shorts and a fitted, cropped T-shirt. Rue had a fit frame, with breasts that were more than a handful, and a juicy ass. Her skin was a dark, beautiful, and so smooth I had to fight the urge to lick it. If I didn’t already know, I wouldn’t believe she’d ever been pregnant, but she did have tiny stretchmarks on her stomach.

“Isn’t it illegal to use student records for personal reasons?”

“Are you gon’ call the police?”

“No, but?—”

“Then shut up and go get dressed.”

“Who do you?—”

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against my body. Her skin was soft against my rough hands, and she smelled delicious.

“I’m trying to apologize, and you’re making it hard. Do you know how many women dream of me taking them out?”

“Then why don’t you go find one of them?”

“Because I want to go out with you. Why are you being so difficult?”

“I’m not being difficult. I don’t want to go out with you. Can I just accept your apology, and we can forget it ever happened?”

I contemplated her question and was close to agreeing with her. I’d never had to work this hard to get a woman’s attention, and it annoyed me and made my dick hard at the same time. I could tell Rue was fighting her attraction to me, and because of that, I continued to press her.

“Nah. That won’t work for me. My grandmother means the world to me, and I promised her I’d apologize properly. You don’t want to make me a liar, do you?”

“You don’t have to lie. Tell her I accepted your apology but wasn’t interested in having dinner with you.”

The back and forth started to piss me off, so I took a few deep breaths before responding.

“Either we’re going out to eat, or I’ll make myself comfortable in your family room, and we’ll order in. As a matter of fact, I like that idea better.”

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