Page 43 of Taming a Menace
“Can I give you a ride home?”
“I can’t do that. I told you I can’t get involved with a patient.”
“I’m not your patient. I’m Key, and you’re Moon, remember?”
“I almost forgot,” I said with a soft laugh.
This man was ridiculous, but he was also ridiculously sexy. For whatever reason, I was considering his offer. I knew better but part of me didn’t want to do better. I wanted him at my house in my bed. How hard of a stretch would it be to considersleeping with someone I had already had sex with, amazing sex at that?
“Let me make sure you get home safe. I won’t try anything. I just want to spend more time with you. I’ll just walk you to the door and kiss you good night.”
I pressed my lips together attempting not to smile. “Can’t forget that kiss, huh?”
“Your lips look so fuckin’ soft, I want it now. I’m on your time though. I’m giving you time to get used to the idea of us.”
“There is no us.”
“Not yet. We’re working on it,” he stated.
“Is that what we’re doing?” I asked him.
“Of course. Where you been, beautiful?” He chuckled.
“I was definitely unaware of that.”
“Well now that you’re all up to speed, go let your girls know that your man is giving you a ride home.”
I sighed. “I’m sure they would love to hear that.”
“I’m about to go to the back and let my brother know I’m out. I’ll meet you back right here in a second.”
“OK.”
I almost jumped out of my skin when he kissed my forehead before walking away. I watched his confident stride as he walked down a long hall and disappeared behind a door. He was too sexy, too intense, too magnetic for me to resist.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Even if he was a perfect gentleman, I knew I was tripping. Still once I got my feet to move, I walked to the door where my girls had gone outside. I quickly spotted them leaning against the wall. Patrice was taking one of her cigarette breaks.
“Girl, you did not say the chef was that damn fine,” Isis said, pushing off the wall once she saw me.
“I’m trying to tell ya. I would have been somewhere on my knees by now,” Patrice added.
“Well even if I was a whore like the two of you, I would have known better than to sleep with a patient.”
“Sis, you’ve already fucked the man. It’s too late to take it back.”
“But that was before he was a patient,” I mentioned.
“So why are you seeing him? You should have told him that you couldn’t so you could keepseeinghim,” Isis suggested.
“I tried,” I whined. “Not so that I could keep sleeping with him but because I had done it already.”
“It must not have taken,” Isis joked.
“I couldn’t find anyone else to accept him. Dropping him might have meant he was going back to prison. I couldn’t do that to him.”
“Now you gotta watch that fine ass specimen of a man walk around looking like an African god knowing you can never ride that dick again. It must be torture.” Isis shook her head.
I huffed. “You’re not making it any better.”
