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He was about to say something else, but a waitress appeared at our table. When I looked up, her expression was tight, so tight I just knew it was over the man sitting across from me. It had to be because I had never seen her face a day in my life.

“Good evening, what can I get you?” Her attention was immediately on Kinga.

“What do you want, baby girl?” he asked, directing her attention to me.

I didn’t need a menu to reiterate my order to ol’ girl and neither did he, so she was only writing for less than a minute before she nodded and went in the opposite direction.

“That your type?” I found myself asking, knowing damn well it was none of my business.

“Nah. Too easy. I like ’em difficult and driven.”

I giggled, eyes locked in with him. His eyes said what his lips didn’t. Well at least that’s what I thought, until he spoke again.

“I think I like you, but I gotta get to know you more.”

I nodded, eyes living on his face. He was serious. How could he like me? Well how could he think he liked me when he didn’t know me? Well at least I wasn’t the only one. Dinner went well, we ate and got to know one another even more. I continued to challenge myself to ask him questions rather than just answering him. There I learned he was raised by his aunt and uncle along with his brothers. I also learned he was the middle of four, and even though he was the hot head, he was the most reliable. I learned a lot about him, so much that I felt like I had known the man for more than a few days or so.

Chapter5

Kinga

I kept my eyes on the road the entire way back to my garage for Harlem to pick up her truck. I had to do that, because had I not, I wouldn’t have kept my hands to myself. I ain’t never talked to a chick as much as I talked to Harlem tonight. I didn’t even talk to people, but with her I did. Not only that but I listened to her. Every word from those thick ass lips of hers had me entranced. Harlem was a beautiful caramel complexion, with the thickest two-toned lips and chocolate freckles to match. Tonight her hair was wild and curly, spilling down her back and all over her face. Harlem was fucking beautiful and my type, even though she acted like she didn’t know that shit over dinner.

My phone ringing stole my attention. When I glanced down I saw I had an incoming FaceTime from my niece’s iPad.

I glanced over at Harlem before I answered. “Yeah, lil mama?”

“My daddy isn’t answering the phone, Uncle King, and my mommy isn’t either. Are you coming to get me tonight? I wanna stay at your house.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in a few.” Her saying she called her mother sank my fucking heart. That also reminded me I needed to be calling my brother because I hadn’t heard from him since.

“Okayyy. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Once she hung up, my attention went back to the road.

“Cute,” Harlem murmured, head against the window while she stared down at her phone.

“Ain’t shit ’bout me cute. I’m grown as fuck.”

“That you are, but that didn’t take away from that moment being cute,” she replied smartly, bringing a smirk to my face.

“You got it, mama.” I pulled into the lot of my garage and pressed the button above my head to open the door where her car was. Then I climbed out and went to open her door. I walked her to the car and opened the driver’s door for her. I wouldn’t lie like I didn’t want to feel her soft ass skin.

“I guess I should say thank you.” She stood her fine ass in front of me peering up at me.

“You could, but damn yeen gonna give me a hug or nothing?”

She giggled, then stepped further into my space, throwing her arms around me. “Thank you for fixing my car from your mechanic’s fuck-up. Also, thank you for dinner. It was good.”

All I remember thinking was how piss poor her hug was before my hand found the side of her face and I dropped my head, placing a kiss on her lips. I didn’t even kiss women, but I had been wanting to do that shit all night. I usually told a bitch to keep her lips to herself, but I didn’t know how long I used my lips to keep Harlem’s ass right where I wanted her…in my arms.

“Well. That was definitely a thank you.” She smiled, trying to pull out of my embrace, but I wasn’t having that. Not just yet.

“It was. I fuck with it. I want you to call me and let me know you made it safe.”

“I can do that.”

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