Page 47 of Trust Issues
Kyle was going to ruin me tonight.
Maybe her brain was fighting over words too because she stood there gazing at me like she’d never seen me before. Her eyes traveled from my face down to my wingtips. She lingered a little on my crotch and my dick threatened to stand at attention like he could hear his name being called.
I finally was able to clear my throat so that at least some words could come out. “What’s up, Kyle? You clean up nice…” It was so hard not to pelt her with insults. I had no idea how difficult it would be. We were so used to going for the jugular that trying to be civil felt stiff. “Must be hard to scrub off all the years of grime in such a little time.” I couldn’t help myself. I really couldn’t. I tried not to insult her but it was too awkward.
A smile broke out on her pretty face and she stepped into my apartment bringing with her all the hints of vanilla clinging to her skin.
“I called to ask your mother for tips. Seems after eighteen years of raising you, she knew exactly how to get rid of grime.” We both laughed and then I hooked my arm with hers.
“You ready to go?” I asked her.
“I’m ready,” she nodded. I don’t think I’d ever seen Kyle being demure but she was right then and I loved it.
“You really do look stunning,” I told her once we reached the lobby.
“So do you. I don’t know what kind of spell you put on me but dammit if I’m not undressing the shit out of you with my mind right now.”
“You’re such a fucking lady,” I joked.
“I try.”
“What do we have here? Two of my favorite Avant tenants locking arms and leaving together? Is the world about to end?” Mark stood up behind his desk to gawk at Kyle and I. But why wouldn’t he? We looked damn good together.
“Mind your business, Mark,” I taunted while heading out of the door. I had no plans to sit and chat with him. I was far too anxious to get dinner with Kyle underway.
We headed to my car and I paused to say, “So I thought we’d go to this little salsa joint. It’s about an hour away but the food is authentic and there’s a dance floor. That’s if you know how to salsa.” I opened the car door for her and she slid in.
“The question is, Max, doyouknow how to salsa?”
“I wouldn’t have decided on this place if I didn’t. If you need help, I’m here for you.” I pushed the start button and the engine purred to life.
“Help? Please, boy I’ll dance you under the table.”
“There won’t be a table left when I’m done with you,” I quipped in response. We engaged in a quick stare down before I pulled off. I couldn’t wait to get her conceited ass on the dance floor.
“Did Naima give you too much of a hard time after she found out?” I asked as we drove.
“She poked fun at me and asked me a million questions that I didn’t have the answers to. What about Owen?” She looked at me and even though I was focused on the road ahead of me, I could feel her stare burning into me and peeling back my layers. It was uncomfortable to say the least.
“Same thing. He asked if we were going to start dating now.”
“What did you tell him?” She asked.
“I told him we were going out for dinner to talk things out. That’s what this is.”
“Right,” Kyle nodded and crossed her toned legs. When we stopped at a red light, I glanced at her and tried my damnedest not to look into those hazel pools. They were trouble. They made me want to keep talking. I wanted to spill everything.
To break up the mounting tension, I put on a playlist of 90’s hip-hop and R&B because I knew she’d like it. Sure enough, she came to life. It was contagious too because not long after she rapped every single lyric to Biggie’sHypnotizeperfectly, I started singing along with her. By the time Naughty By Nature started playing, we were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant.
“Oh my god. I don’t know how the date is going to top the car ride,” Kyle said, laughing as we walked up to the restaurant. From the outside, we could hear salsa music thumping through the doors.
“Date? I thought this was just dinner?” I quizzed sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.
“You know what the hell I meant, Max.” She aimed her yellow manicured nail at me and I grabbed it before bringing her knuckles to my lips and kissing the back of her hand. I rendered her speechless.
There was a first time for everything.
I held the door open for Kyle and watched her ass when she swayed past me. Jesus that woman was blessed. I wanted all her blessings all over me.
