Page 7 of Regancy & Savior
“Damn, it’s like that, bae? No small talk or none of that?” I questioned.
“I’ve never liked, nor have I ever been good at small talk.”
I nodded my head. “Fair enough, and ain’t nobody extorting. It’s protection for small businesses, and from what I hear, ya girl ain’t going.” I chuckled. Her girl was a bull too, per Savior.
“Well, Regancy is Regancy, so she isn’t paying.”
“So tell me about you, baby girl.”
She nodded and looked me over. “What is it you don’t already know, Taurus?”
“Why you chose criminal law when ya boy plays with the numbers and your father is an environmental lawyer.” That alone intrigued me.
“Because my mother was a criminal lawyer before she got pregnant with my brother. I guess since I’ve always looked up to her, I was drawn to the dance.”
I nodded. “Then why live life on training wheels?”
She giggled a little to herself. “And how am I doing that, Mr. White?”
“It’s simple, shorty. You live on the sidewalk, and you’re wasting your time with a nigga who ain’t gonna do shit but sit on the sidewalk with you.”
“Well, you just know my life, don’t you?” she questioned.
“I know what I see, but correct me if I’m wrong.”
“And what about yourself? Don’t you find it the least bit odd that you know so much about me and my situation, but I know nothing about you?” She pursed her lips.
“Nah, because I was taught to go for what I want.”
“Even if it’s unavailable?” she questioned.
“Nothing is unavailable to me.” I maintained my eye contact with her when I said that. I needed her to understand exactly what I was saying because I wouldn’t be repeating myself.
She smirked, and for the rest of dinner, she tried to avoid eye contact with me. It wasn’t possible, because she was sitting right across from me, and I couldn’t help but hold the gaze of her beautiful orbs.
“I told you that you didn’t have to walk me to my car, Taurus.” She kept trying to convince me that she didn’t want me to walk her to her car.
“Yeah, okay. C’mon, baby girl.” I held my hand out for her to take it.
She shook her head. “Are you always this forward with your women?”
I watched her throw her purse on her shoulder before walking ahead of me toward the elevator. “I don’t have women, Lane. I’m just me, and I can’t help how you make a nigga act.”
She nodded and stepped on the now open elevator. “I guess.”
I put my back to the elevator and watched her stand awkwardly in the middle of it. I could tell she was uncomfortable with my gaze on her.
“Why stare?” Her voice was barely audible.
“Because you won’t let me touch.” I tucked my bottom lips between my teeth.
She giggled. “You really do say whatever is on your mind, no matter how uncomfortable it makes a person.”
“One day, you’ll find comfort in my gaze and solace in my words. Give us time, ma.”
“I’m en?—”
“Stop bringing up irrelevant shit.” I grabbed her hand and led her off the elevator as it opened fully on the ground level parking garage. “Where’s your car, Lane?” I asked.
