Page 16 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Cruz find a spot yet?”

I shook my head no. “Gotta be perfect and more privacy than anything.”

He nodded.

We talked for a while pitting ideas back and forth before he left because he claimed he had shit to do but nine times out of ten he was going to see about some pussy. Typical Cartier.

I didn’t stay long either because I had something else in mind. Something unlike me but a nigga was curious and way passed being intrigued. I pulled up in front of the restaurant, shaking my head at my own stupid ass. Something ‘bout this girl wouldn’t let me go about my way. Something in me wanted to know her, to see what was to her and I hated that shit. I hated that my desire had something to do with another.

When I walked in the restaurant my eyes scanned the space before I went to the bar. Shorty behind it smiled my way before asking me how she could help me.

“Virtue in?”

She nodded. “I’ll call her up.”

I shook my head no, before pointing toward her office. “Nah, I got it.”

I could tell she was taken aback by my forwardness. Hell by the time she realized what I was doing I was already walking down the hall to her office.

I knocked, seconds before I heard her say come in. When I walked in she was sitting on the floor with paperwork sprawled around her, then when she looked up at me she had these big ass glasses. Had me regretting walking in this motherfucker. She looked too damn good and appealed too much to my attraction for me to keep the type of distance I was trying tokeep. I didn’t do shit like this, popping up on females not knowing what the fuck I was finna say to ‘em.

“He…hey what are you doing he—” by now she was gathering her papers up off the floor.

“I don’t even…” my sentence trailed off as I picked up the single piece of paper because she had pretty much picked up everything else. “Come take a walk with me.”

She accepted the paper from me, before putting it on her desk. “Is it about my brother because I ju?—”

“Nah, it ain’t. You busy or something?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not busy at all.”

“Then come take a walk with me.”

She looked at me for a minute, before nodding her head yes. “Let me grab my purse.”

“You ‘on’t need it.”

She looked at me for a minute, before nodding her head and slipping her phone in her pocket. “Where are we walking to?”

I didn’t respond, instead I waited with the door open for her to exit.

She did after a few seconds, and I followed behind her, attempting to keep my eyes everywhere but on her supple backside. Virtue was one of those females you could just tell filled out naturally. Slim, thick, with a set of hips out this world.

“I should be back in a few. Call me if you need anything, Maj.” She smiled at old girl behind the bar as we passed.

“This way, Peach.” My hand went to the small of her back changing the direction in which she was about to walk when we walked out of her spot. It lingered for a moment, before going to my side.

“You like to cook or something?”

She shrugged. “Somewhat, but not for people. If you’re asking why I own a restaurant, to me it was the quickest way to generate income.”

“Meaning?” she had me confused.

“I had just graduated from college, thought I met the manI was gonna marry and I was pregnant. Then I found out he was married with a whole family. I was heartbroken, but all I knew was that I wanted to generate my own income. I didn’t want my daughter to ever have to go without.”

I nodded. “And her father?”

“Still married. He’s not in her life because I wouldn’t be what he wanted me to be.”

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