Page 53 of Taming a Menace
I almost jumped out of my skin when someone tapped me on my shoulder. When I turned around and saw that it was Key, my heart practically leapt from my chest. Why was I happy to see him? The walls of my pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of the special way he’d handled us.
“Are you following me, Mr. Glover?” I asked him.
“No, ma’am. I think that fate insists on bringing us together, Moon.”
I laughed. “I don’t know about all that, but it seems that we just keep running into each other.”
“I’m not mad at it. It’s just confirmation that I made the right decision in coming here. God wanted to give me a sign that He was listening to me.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, I been praying.”
“Aw man. Here we go,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Nah, hear me out. I’ve been praying and asking for guidance in correcting my behavior. I know the way I move is problematic. The fact that I just got out of prison proves that. I asked Him to guide my steps so I could get my shit together for my wife.”
“Whatever motivates you to grow,” I said with a nod.
What he said sounded good. I just hoped he would put some action behind it. Hearing him mention a wife niggled at something inside me, but I tried to ignore it. I knew he wasn’t married, but I had never even tried to find out if he was dating at this point. I didn’t like it, but I knew it wasn’t my place to care.
“Running into you right after I finished praying about you is wild. Prayer works fast as hell sometimes.”
“So you’re mentioning prayer and cursing in the same sentence?”
“God knows my heart, Moon.”
The person in front of me finished ordering, so I went ahead and stepped up to place my order. I always got shrimp and chicken teriyaki with an order of crab Rangoon. I’d tried a few other combinations, but that was by far my favorite. As the cashier gave me my total, Key nudged me aside.
“What are you doing?” I asked, frowning at him.
He didn’t bother answering my question. Instead he talked to the cashier like I wasn’t standing there mean mugging him.
“Let me get a chicken hibachi and two egg rolls.”
“I didn’t finish paying for my food yet, rudeness.”
He shot me a look, scrunching his nose as if he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.
“That’ll be all, boss man. Bag those orders separately for me,” he said, extending the bills to pay for the order.
“I don’t have any cash,” I told him as he waited for his change.
He shrugged. “What are you telling me that for?”
“I don’t need you paying for my food.”
“No one said you did. I’m aware that you have a job, Moon. I’m not letting you pay for anything while I’m standing right here. Listen out for our order number while I’m in the bathroom.”
As I watched him stroll cooly toward the bathroom, I shook my head. I couldn’t stand Keywan sometimes. He was ridiculous. It was crazy how much audacity he had. Something about his nerve made him as incredible as he was absurd. I loved how he just didn’t care. At least that was what I got from thecasual way he’d strolled into my favorite spot out of nowhere and paid for my food.
There was a small voice in my head asking what he was doing here, but I ignored it. He lived in the same city. It wasn’t a big stretch that we would run into each other outside of the office. This was the second time I’d coincidentally run into him.
I figured there would be a little bit of a wait, so I sat down at an empty table and waited for my number to be called. I turned my phone over just to check the time. I had only been there about ten minutes total. Silently I prayed that I got at least that long to sit and talk to Keywan. I wanted time to talk myself into giving in to his advances.
Just as much as I wanted to surrender to his will, I wanted to bolt out of the restaurant and leave my order behind. If I left now, I could catch a late-night drive through without having to worry about sacrificing my morals. I only had a few more weeks left to treat him.
The door chimed, prompting me to look up. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to be in theTwilight Zone, or at the least I was having a nightmare. That was it. I was fucking dreaming. That was the only logical explanation for Doctor Wyatt Lowe strolling through the door with some woman on his arm. Contrary to the feelings that had been eating me alive for the past few months, he looked absolutely happy as he opened the door and allowed her to walk in first.
