Page 65 of Intentional Foul
Malcolm pulled out my chair opposite Marquise.
“Baby, I’m going to the bathroom. Order for me,” Malcolm said to me, and I nodded.
As soon as Malcolm turned the corner, Marquise gave me a silly smirk. I ignored him and flipped through the menu.
“You better not hurt my brother,” he mocked.
I peeked above the menu. “I have no intentions of hurting your brother, Marquise. And where is your jewelry and...”
“No, ma’am. I don’t travel with jewelry without security. I have the tendency to invite guests to my room,” he said.
“When are you going to settle down?” I questioned.
Marquise placed his hand over his heart. “I’m offended you’re trying to limit my imprint on the world,” he said with a sad face to match.
“Are you ready to order?” the server said.
I knew from her shoulder length braids, full hips and brown skin Marquise was going to run game. He loved all women, but a plus size woman drove him wild.
“I’m ready to order,” I interrupted Marquise before he could speak. “I would like the scramble bowl with green bell pepper. I also want to order the steak omelet with no tomatoes, add jalapeños, and mushrooms, with hash browns fried hard on a separate plate,” I said.
“I’ll have the same omelet,” Marquise said, licking his lips seductively at the server.
I shook my head in disbelief as he continued to observe her walking away.
“You think you know my brother, don’t you?” Marquise said with amusement written on his face.
I rolled my eyes at his statement.
“Did you get me something?” Malcolm said as he took his seat next to me.
I glared up at him, taking in his smooth brown skin, faded beard and brown eyes. He smirked, leaving me wanting to melt into a puddle. I wanted to pull him to me for a kiss, but I thought better of it, considering our surroundings.
“Shit, y’all in love. Now I have to look at it,” Marquise said.
Malcolm darted his eyes over at his brother. “I signed your name for three high school boys. They got plans for you once they get in the league,” Malcolm said.
Underneath the table, Malcolm lightly tugged my elbow gaining my eye contact. I could get lost in his handsome face.
“Did you order me something?” he asked.
I shrugged, then smiled. “Yes, I ordered you and Marquise a steak omelet, no tomatoes, add mushrooms, and hash browns fried hard on a separate plate.”
Malcolm bit the tip of his bottom lip. “I guess I wasn’t the only one paying attention, Music Note.”
“Somebody bring out the violin,” Marquise teased as held up a fake instrument to his arm.
“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” Nia said as she stood at the end of the table.
I stood and gave her an embrace but behind her stood a staff member hoisting two basketballs.
“Malcolm and Marquise, please meet my friend and general manager, Nia Wilson,” I said.
She extended her hand for a shake.
“The owner of Exclusive wants a signed basketball along with my husband. Do you mind?”
I turned to Malcolm and danced my brows. He smirked as he stood to his feet. Malcolm signed his name first and then passed Marquise the balls.
