Page 34 of Body Language
I turned my head back toward the window, hiding my smirk behind another pull from the blunt.
Yeah. I got him right where I wanted him.
But the way he said it didn’t feel like a game. It felt like a promise. A warning.
I blew the smoke out slowly, turning back to him with a lazy grin. “That supposed to scare me?”
“Nah. Supposed to prepare you.”
“Mm.” I tilted my head, acting like I wasn’t two seconds from melting into his passenger seat. “You’re the one that should be prepared. I don’t come with a warning label. I come with a survival kit.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “See, that’s what I like. You talk that shit but keep blushing.”
“I don’t blush,” I shot back quick.
“Pretty,” he said. “You damn near pink right now.”
I smirked and leaned back in the seat. “I had you moaning through the phone last night. I’ll take that over a simple blush any day.”
He damn near choked on his own laugh. “Oh, so you just gone throw that back in my face?”
“You started it,” I said.
He shook his head, grinning hard. “That’s crazy. You really bragging about that?”
“Im not bragging. Just reminding you that if I can make you fold over the phone, imagine what I can do in person.”
His grip on the wheel tightened, and I caught it.
“Dangerous,” he muttered, almost to himself.
“Mmhm. And you like dangerous, remember?” I teased.
“You gone be the death of me.”
I smirked, turning my head toward the window like I didn’t feel my thighs pressing together. “Better pick out a nice casket then.”
We both burst out laughing and by the time the laughter stopped, the car slowed. We were pulling up to a big beautiful home.
We rolled up slow, and my eyes got wide. The driveway alone looked like it cost more than everything in my neighborhood put together.
I sat up straight. “I know you’re not taking me to your damn house.”
Kendrix burst out laughing. “Nah, Pretty. Not yet.”
“Not yet?!” I whipped my head at him. “Nigga, what you mean not yet? You got a five-year plan already?”
He smirked, easing the car to a stop. “Relax. This ain’t mine. It’s my parents’ house.”
I blinked at him. Then blinked again like he’d lost his damn mind. “So you mean to tell me… we went from brunch, to blunt, to ‘surprise, meet my mama’ in less than four hours?”
He grinned softer that time. “She’s the most important woman in my life. And I just want her to meet someone who I feel could be just as important. And yeah… I figured that out in less than four hours.”
The way my stomach flipped, I had to laugh just to keep from showing it. “Boy, that phone sex really got you whipped.”
He grinned, licking his lips. “You’re not completely wrong.”
“Mmhm,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Well, don’t think Ima play along. If she ask, I’m telling her I just met your ass yesterday and I don’t even know you.”
