Page 18 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“I said it, didn’t I? Don’t get it twisted, shawty. I can burn,” I stated, grinning widely.
“I have a feeling that you mean that literally. Let me tell my sister if anything happens to me, it was your cooking,” she joked.
“You real funny. Come on. Let me show you what I can do.”
I scanned her body as she got up to follow me. Her hair was up in a bun, showcasing her round, blemish free face. I loved to see her when she was in her natural state and not all made up. I appreciated both, but I preferred this. She had on a white fitted tee and some girl joggers. I loved the fact she didn’t feel the need to go over the top just to come kick it with a nigga. If it had been anybody else, they would’ve come out the house strutting in a too tight dress and six-inch stilettos just to get fucked and sent home. Mylani’s swag and energy were definitely unmatched.
I already had some ground beef in the fridge to make spaghetti. That was something quick and simple. I got all the ingredients that I needed and got to work. It may have just beenspaghetti, but this shit was on some Top Chef type shit. I made my own sauce and all. I maneuvered through the kitchen with ease as Mylani and I made idle conversation. I loved hearing her talk about her passion for singing and dancing. She revealed to me that was how she came up with her stage name. It reflected her passion for the art, and I respected it.
“Here, taste this.” I held the spoon out so that she could taste the sauce. I watched as she wrapped her lips around the spoon, and in that moment, I wanted to be this fucking spoon.
“Mmm, this is good.” She moaned, not making the situation any better.
“I told you not to sleep on me.” I winked and went back to finishing up.
I took the garlic knots out the oven and set them on the side to cool off.
“Go wash up and I’ll fix the plates,” I instructed. I took the time she was gone to place the food on our plates and set them at the table. I grabbed a beer and a bottle of wine and set them on the table just as she made her way back.
“Look at you being all sophisticated,” she joked.
“I do a lil’ something. Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” I went to wash up and made my way back into the dining room. I saw she had her phone out, so I knew she was taking pictures for social media. Females lived for that kinda shit.
“Don’t get mad when your followers wanna come taste my shit for themselves. It’ll be all your fault,” I teased.
“Just make sure you have enough for all of us,” she said with a smirk.
I enjoyed the time I was having with Mylani. Oddly, I didn’t see the need to rush shit with her. I was already gone on her vibe alone. I didn’t know what the fuck would happen if I smashed. I guess we’d just have to wait and see.
12
Mylani
I was impressed that Jersey cooked dinner. He definitely was a different breed. I’d been with men who offered to take me out before. Most dates comprised these niggas taking you to a hotel and ordering something from UberEATS. Half of the time, you would be lucky to get that. I helped him clean the kitchen. I didn’t want to seem like a rude houseguest. While he gathered the dirty dishes, I got the dishwater ready.
“I told you, you didn’t have to do that shit. I got it.” He came back inside from the garage, where he’d just taken the trash out.
“And I thought I told you I didn’t mind. It’s the least I can do. After all, you cooked.”
“You hardheaded, huh? It’s cool. You got it, but I’ma help you. If I wanted a maid, I’d hire one.” I could only shake my head at his response, because it looked like he refused to take no for an answer. I gathered the dirty dishes that he had piled up on the counter beside the sink and started placing them in the hot soapy water.
“I’ll wash. You dry,” he ordered.
“Shit! Who washes dishes with hell water? Hell nah. You wash, and I’ll dry.” I laughed at him snatching his hands back out the water like they were on fire.
“You’re so dramatic. It’s not even that hot.”
“Yeah, aight. If your skin burns off, don’t try to sue me either. You knew that shit was hot when you put your hands in there.”
I kept laughing at his silly ass as I proceeded to wash the dishes. It wasn’t like it was a lot, but he already informed me he had a mild case of OCD, so leaving them were not an option.
It didn’t take long to wash the few dishes. We were finally finished, and I was wrapping everything up by washing the sink out.
“You’ll hand me a towel so that I can dry my hands off?” I asked with my back to Jersey. He was busying himself wiping the other counters down while I cleaned over here.
“Here you go,” he said with the front of his body pressed up against the back of mine. The initial contact caused me to freeze up momentarily.
“You smell good as fuck. You always smell good, though. Like sea breeze or some shit. Not all loud like these other females. They walk around smelling like a candy shop and still be funky as hell,” he expressed, causing a giggle to escape from my lips.
