Page 38 of Taming a Menace
“Remember me?” he asked with that devilish grin that just seemed to work for him.
“How could I not?” I asked, tilting my head.
He was dressed in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of white jeans. A diamond chain adorned his neck and glistened under the dancing strobe lights. He looked so fucking good it should have been a crime. See why I had no business at the club? There was too much temptation in places like this.
“Just in case it slipped your mind where you know me from, my name is Key. I cooked dinner for you on your anniversary a few years ago.”
“I know who you are, Mr. Glover.” I shook my head.
“Mr. Glover?” he asked, jerking his head back as he frowned.
“Yes, I know who you are.”
“You look delectable tonight, Moon. I would have never expected to run into you at the club in a million years.”
“I’m just as surprised that I’m here as you are. Well let me go,” I said, attempting to turn and walk away.
He grabbed both of my hands, making sure I didn’t leave.
“Wait a minute, mama. You probably got me confused with someone you can’t see outside of work hours. That’s not who I am.”
“What?” I asked, brows shooting to my hairline at his statement.
“Listen, I know you turned me down when I asked you to give me your number that night, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t ask you again.”
“Keywan, you know I can’t do that.”
“You’re probably thinking about Keywan when you’re saying you can’t do that. I’m guessing he’s one of your patients or something like that. I don’t want to get into all that. I want to dance. I saw you turning dudes down the whole time you been here. Dance with me.”
“I can’t do that either, Keywan.” I shook my head.
“Who is this Keywan you keep referring to, beautiful? I’m Key. I just explained that to you. Listen to me, mama. Keywan is your client. He’s going to remain professional as promised, but I’m a different nigga. I want to be your nigga. I’m willing to wait ninety days or even nine hundred days for you. It doesn’t matter how fucking good you look in this dress. I know I can resist my urge to take you back in that bathroom and fuck you until you lose your voice. I’ll follow your rules, Moon. Just let me in. Let me prove myself to you.”
“Key.” I sighed.
“I’m not taking no for an answer tonight. Dance with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “What are you even doing here? It’s R&B night.”
“I can’t like R&B?” he asked, placing my hands on his shoulders before pulling me to him by my waist.
“You can.” I nodded as I surrendered to his irresistible charm.
I tried to ignore the fact that I was dancing with him, because if I accepted that I was dancing with one of my patients, I knew I was going to freak out. Instead I focused on his eyes. Huge mistake.
“Iaman R&B guy, preferably old school. I don’t really do the club though. I’m too easy to go in a nigga’s shit to be around a bunch of people getting drunk. Tonight I came because my brother owns the company that does Carteay’s security. I actually came tonight to shoot my shot at her. He won’t let me get up on her for shit. I’m glad I changed my mind though. I found something way more interesting.”
“Tell me anything.” I blushed.
“I can’t wait to make you eat your words. I can show you how serious I am about you way better than I can tell you.”
“I hear you.”
“You don’t strike me as the club type. What are you doing here? Let me guess, you love Carteay too,” he stated.
“My sister’s actually a big fan. I came with her,” I revealed.
“Y’all want to meet her? I can get you in the back with her. I cooked for her album release party.”
