Page 28 of Legend's Legacy
“I heard it playing in your car when you pulled out after our zoo date, and I’ve heard him and a few others when we were walking the stairs, and you put your AirPods in for inspiration.”
“You pay attention, huh?”
“I aim to please.”
By the time the third song came on as we neared the amphitheater, she smiled at me. “Is this playlist curated for me?”
“It’s called Sweet Legacy.”
Her eyes widened, and her bottom lip trembled. “If you wanted me to toss the panties off, why didn’t you just tell me, sir?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I’m surprised your li’l hot ass wears panties at all. Swear you stay tryna get rid of them muthafuckas.”
“Only to you.”
“Better be. Let me catch another nigga sniffin’ around ’em, and that’s ya ass. That professional nigga shit that I be on will be shed like a snake shedding its skin,” I vowed as I reached over and grabbed her knee. I gave it a little squeeze.
“Well, damn. Don’t hurt me too bad.” She giggled.
“Nah, I’m hurting that muthafucka, then I’ll have to put a li’l sumin’ on you so you can know who the fuck I am.”
“Whoa. Okay. Then maybe I need to have some YNs following ya girl’s scent all around the office.”
I turned and glanced at her. “Don’t fuck up a good date, Legacy.”
She smiled, and I pulled into the amphitheater parking lot. This girl was gon’ be the death of me. I swear. All the shit I worked hard to contain at the office, she was gon’ fuck around and bring all that out of me. All my street ways would be hard to ignore when it came to her.
We walked hand-in-hand into the amphitheater, grabbed some refreshments, and found our seats.
“I can’t believe that you got tickets to the Jazz Storm & Playa Sessions concert. They were astronomically high and hard to get,” Legacy whispered.
“You told me to top the date that Kayson took you on. So, what better way than to get tickets to a concert of your favorite musicians?”
“You’re working your hand, sir.”
Her smile was bright and reflected in all of her features. We talked a little longer about our favorite musicians, comparing our favorite artists. I loved blues and jazz, and she loved classical and jazz. We both loved Italian foods, but whereas her favorite drink was lemonade, mine was bourbon, but in moderation. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I enjoyed a nice drink from time to time.
Once the music got underway, I watched as she lost herself in the music, dancing and singing with some of the songs that had words to them. I wrapped my arms around her during one song, “Make Love To Me Like You Did Her,” by Eboni Hargrove.
She turned and sang “Boy You Blew My Mind Away” by Red Groove when she came on the stage, and we both enjoyed “This or That” by Michael Saxton.
“Thankyou for the second-best date night ever,” Legacy stated once we were back at her apartment. After the jazz concert, we headed to Lady Chablis for dinner and then returned to Legacy’s place.
“Only the second?” I asked in disbelief, sipping the Macallan that she had given me.
She leaned in and brushed a drop off my lips with her lips. “The night isn’t over yet.”
“No, it’s not,” I replied, curving my arm around her waist. Bleu Harmony’s “You Are Mine” was playing in the background on low.
I stood and pulled her up with me. We rocked side to side, she with a glass of wine in her hand, and me with my Macallan in mine. We both took a sip, and she rested her head against my chest. “Why does it feel like I’ve known you for a few lifetimes?” she murmured. “You make me comfortable and relaxed. I feel like I can trust you.”
“You can. I don’t want any trouble. I’ve had enough heartache to last me a lifetime, and I have no plans on putting that on someone else.”
“You treat me so gentle and tender, like you care about me.”
I pressed my lips against her forehead. “I do care about you, Legacy. You’re coming to mean a lot to me in a very short amount of time.”
She looked up at me again and smiled. “I have to be careful with my heart around you, Legend.”
