Page 20 of Ms. Mosley

“Prosper,” she called, hesitating to lean over and collect.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing? Just give me my gotdamn keys.”

A grin spread across my face at the sound of that. “I see I’m not the only one with a potty mouth, Ms. Mosley.”

“Just give me my keys.”

“I will… after we talk more.”

“I’m done talking to you.”

“Don’t be like that wit’ me. I won’t keep you long.”

Realizing I wouldn’t give in, she eventually slammed the door shut. “What do you want to talk about?”

I watched as she began to pick at her nails, trying to mask her nervousness. It hit me that she had gotten them redone. “I love that color on you the most.” I told her.

“What do you mean, the most?”

“You often rotate between pink, black, and white polish. I’m telling you that I love black the most on you.”

“And why is that?”

“It’s my favorite color and you look good as hell in it.”

She nodded, chewing on the corner of her lip. “You pay that much attention, huh?”

“I do,” I made clear, taking things a step further. “I’m taking you out next weekend.”

“Come again?” Her head whipped around to face me.

“Yeah, Friday at 7 PM, to be exact. So, wear a black dress for me.”

“Prosper, I already told your psychotic ass I’m not going on a date with you.”

I chuckled at the insult. “Deep down, you want to, though.”

Ms. Mosley grew quiet on me, battling with her emotions. I could see the tension written all over her face.

“Nia’Rose,” I called out, using the name from my class schedule to grab her attention as I draped my arm around her headrest.

Nervously, she glanced up at me, and I leaned in closer, catching the faint scent of the martinis she had been sipping.

“You know I appreciate you for taking care of me tonight, right?” I thanked her.

“No problem.”

I noticed her heart rate quickening against her exposed chest from my proximity.

“So, let me show that appreciation.”

“How?”

“Let me take you out and spoil you, mama.”

"I can't do that, Prosper."

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