Page 17 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
When I got to my living room, Citrell looked handsome. His neck tats that I did get a chance to lick during our sexual encounter peeked out from the loose two buttons at the top of his collar shirt. His blazer fit him perfectly and went well with the dark denim jeans. His choice of sneakers pulled the outfit together which was surprising to me.
“You are so beautiful,” he complimented. He looked down at my cats who rubbed their bodies against his leg. “I take it the black one is Elvira and the ginger is Pyra.”
I smiled at his attention to detail. Since our initial text message, we’d texted some throughout the day and had two phone calls. He heard me fuss at them when we were on the phone.
“Yep, those are the whores,” Wynsdae quipped. “Y’all don’t even know this man, but y’all rubbing all up on him. Just shameful.”
Citrell gawked at her for a moment before he chortled. “Yo, that is wild. You really called them whores though.”
“Please ignore her. She has a love-hate relationship with my babies,” I informed him. “You are very handsome tonight. Are those for me?”
He looked down at the black box with a smile. “They are.” He handed them to me and stood there silently as I opened the heart shaped box. He tittered when I gasped at the beautiful pink roses. “Those are eternity roses. They can last up to three years, so I hope in the next two years that you can look at them and remember this day as our true beginning.”
“Oh my gosh! That is so damn sweet,” Wynsdae said with a tear in the corner of her eye. “Let me get out of here. Y’all be safe in every way.”
I knew the perfect place to put my roses. When I got back home, I would see how to take care of them. My sister left, but not before her ass took a bag of my damn chips.
“I’m ready to go.”
“We can go after I get a hug. Let’s not be shy now,” he said. There was so much seduction in his voice. This man had the kind of voice where he could say hello and you got wet.
The heels I wore bettered our height difference nicely. He enveloped me in his arms and kissed my forehead. I thought I would be offended when he grabbed my ass, but I wasn’t. I wanted him to keep his hand there.We’re going to fuck later . . .
When we pulled up to the restaurant, I shifted in my seat toward him. My eyes ping ponged between the restaurant and him. “Who told you this was my favorite restaurant?”
His head snapped at me. “Wow! This is your favorite restaurant? See, what happened was I had a dream that I was in California. I thought, that has to mean something.”
The corners of my lips pulled up to my cheeks. “Okay. I hope you have more dreams about the things that I like,” I said with a wink.
His hand stayed on the small of my back as we walked into the restaurant. The hostess immediately showed us to our table. I was happy that he opted for a booth because I wanted to be near him. The waitress came over to immediately get our drink orders, and I already knew what appetizer I wanted, so I ordered that.
“So, Miss Sundae Whekli, tell me something that your sister doesn’t know.” His body turned into me. “Don’t give me bullshit either.”
My eyes widened. “Something that my sister doesn’t know!” I thought about his question. A panic set in because there was only one thing that my sister didn’t know about. That was too heavy, so I’d give an abridged version. “My sister doesn’t know the reason she came to my house one day and I had two kittens.”
He glanced at me. “I’m not going to ask you to go deeper right now. In due time, love.”
“Okay, same question. Tell me something that your best friend doesn’t know.” I leaned toward him with anticipation.
He chuckled. “Damn, that’s a hard one because I tell my boy everything. The only thing that I can think of is when we were in our early twenties, he had this car that he loved. Times got hard and he couldn’t pay for it, and they were threatening to repossess it. I paid it off for him and told my dad to tell him that he did.”
“Aww, that’s so nice of you. My sister is my best friend,” I told him. “I think you know that though.”
“I do know that,” he said right as the waitress came back with our drinks and appetizer. He didn’t continue to speak until she left. “What made you want to get into education?”
I smiled thinking about it. “I don’t know. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to teach people things. I would line my doll babies up and they would be my class. I would teach them whatever it was that I learned that day in school.” I laughedat the memory. “It took Wynsdae a little longer to get on the education bandwagon.”
He smiled when I asked when he started to play guitar. “When I was a kid, my mother told me to pick an instrument to learn. At the time, I was obsessed with anyone that could play the electric guitar. That’s what I chose. My mother told me that we would start with the basics and work our way up.”
The waitress came over to get our orders. I didn’t want to eat anything too heavy because I did plan to fuck this man. I ordered another small appetizer for my meal, and he ordered a steak. He asked me where my love for singing came from after she walked away. “Well, my parents used to be heavy in the COGIC church, and my mother was the choir director. If you think me and my sister can sing, you have to hear our mother. We were knee deep in music with the church until we were sixteen when we left.”
His face scrunched a little bit when I asked him if he ever played for a church. A lot of churches hired musicians that weren’t members of the church. Well, I wouldn’t say a lot of churches. The churches that wanted an outstanding music ministry at all costs. Some churches you had to be a member to play in the band. “I’ve had offers, but nah. Churches are messy as fuck and the best place to get caught up with some bullshit.”
“I’m not going to argue with that. That’s kind of how we left the church. One of the pastors was messing with a teenager and they covered it up instead of telling the authorities. My father said nope, then we left the church,” I told him.
I remember when that happened. My father sat me and my sister down to ask if we were ever touched or propositioned by anyone inappropriately. The fear that was in his voice when he asked us was heartbreaking. My sister and I told him no, although that wasn’t entirely the truth. We both had been propositioned but never touched. The girl that the pastor was messing with fourteen-year-old’s mind told her that she lovedhim and wanted to be with him. When my sister and I were propositioned, we told him that we would tell our father.
We never told our father because he never bothered us again. Soon after, we left the church, so we never said anything. I think we knew had we told him, he would probably be in jail for murder.
