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I went ahead, and got in front of him, pulled into the driveway, and I swiftly turned, backing the car into the garage. I perfectly parked it. Tank came right after me, and the way he whipped my truck into the garage was so damn sexy. It’s like he knew his way around my truck, and this was his first time riding it.
He hung up the phone, and I shut the car off. I grabbed my phone, along with my purse, and I closed the door behind me. I walked over to him, so that I could hand him his keys. He wasbent over, with his phone, taking a picture of the tire that was on the passenger side.
“I called my homie on the way over here, telling him what happened with your tire. I’m just taking a picture to show him the kind that you have. He’s going to see if he has it in stock, so that he can bring it to me tomorrow, and I’ll put a new one on for you. You good?” he asked, standing up, and he took the keys from me, that I was handing to him.
You could tell that it was just in his nature to do this. To solve problems. I already had made it up in my mind that I was going to go to a tire shop in the morning, so that I could change the tire out, but he had already taken care of that for me. He did it without even having a conversation with me. Tank was the kind of man that just took care of shit, and that was such an attractive trait for a man.
“Thank you. I appreciate you helping me out. How was it riding?” I asked him.
“You don’t have to thank me, love. It’s just certain shit that a man supposed to do when he’s dealing with a woman. It was riding fine. You don’t gotta be scared to get on the road with your whip. That shit happened because you probably had fucked the tire up when you ran over that pothole. You good now. I’m glad your safe. I can’t have shit happening to you,” he called out, and I just smiled at his words.
His clothes were still wet, but he wasn’t as drenched as he had been. My clothes were wet as well, and I was freezing too.
“Come on. Let’s go in the house,” he offered, moving out of the way, so that I could get in front of him.
I led the way, as if I knew where I was going. I went over to the door, and I didn’t even touch the knob because he reached over me, turned it, and let us inside. His house was freezing cold, which immediately caused me to pick my hands up, cross them, and I turned to look back at him.
“What do you have the air on? Oh my God!” I dramatically stated, which caused him to laugh.
“I’m sure it’s on 70 degrees. You probably just cold because your clothes wet,” he let me know.
“Where’s Noir? She’s getting wet?” I wanted to know about his horse. He smiled at that. I could tell that Noir was his baby.
“Nah. My baby good. She’s in her stable. Before I went to my mama’s house, I saw that we were going to get some rain, so I made sure to cover it before I left. That girl got a whole roof in there, heat whenever it gets a little chilly out, lamps, everything that she needs. I would leave her out there in the rain like that. She deserves to be comfortable too,” he told me, and I nodded my head with a smile on my face, agreeing with him on that.
“Where Bagel?” he always made me happy each time that he asked me that.
“With the pet concierge service at my condo. I already texted them while I was on the way over here, letting them know that I would be back for her tomorrow,” I shared with him.
“Cool. You hungry? What you have a taste for? I’ll order it before we take our showers,” he wanted to know.
“Nothing particular. I’ll eat whatever you order. I feel like whenever I eat food with you, I’m breaking my diet,” I called out, and he laughed.
“That body look good, baby. You can break your diet. You want pizza? I’m in the mood for pizza,” he requested.
“We can do pizza. I like everything on my pizza. A lot of tomato sauce, and extra cheesy,” I shared.
“Aight. I got a spot that’s down the street. Ima order from there and have it delivered. They got good wings too, so Ima get some wings for us too. It’s Friday, so I’m sure they busy. With the weather and shit, I know that’s going to slow them down too, so it probably won’t be here for a while. If you don’t want to wait,I can get us something else,” he suggested, but I told him that I was fine, and I didn’t mind waiting for the pizza.
I left my shoes by the door, and I even took my socks off, leaving them in my hands because they were wet. I wanted to wash everything that I had on. I held the socks in my hands, as Tank gave me a tour of the entire house. Each room got a little better than the previous one he would show me. When he walked me into the kitchen, it was so pretty, spacious, and lit up. I asked him was it just for the aesthetic, and this man laughed in my face, and told me that he knew how to cook. Now that I was getting to really know him, you could really tell that Tank was a man that did spend a lot of time with his grandfather growing up, just as he’d told me. His mannerisms, the things that he was able to do, how responsible he was, and his maturity as well.
We went through so many parts of this home that I couldn’t even point you to the beginning because I didn’t remember. We were now standing in his bedroom, and he was going through his drawers, trying to find something for me to throw on after my shower.
“You have sweatpants, and a hoodie? I’m going to wash my hair in the shower, and I know that I’m going to be freezing when I get out,” I asked him.
He let me know that he did have the things that I was asking for, and told me to wait, while he went to get it. He disappeared into his walk- in closet, and I stood, waiting for him. He came back a minute later, holding a gray hoodie in his hands, with the matching sweatpants for me.
“Thank you,” I responded, taking the things from him.
We walked out of the bedroom, so that he could take me to one of the guest bathrooms, but it was huge like a master. All the guest toiletries that I needed were in here for me because according to him, his mom has stayed the night a few times, so he made sure to keep this bathroom stocked up with thingsfor her. Everything was travel size, and hadn’t been opened, so I could tell that he really did design this bathroom strictly for guest.
“The laundry room is right down the hall to your left. You can wash all your clothes when you finish. Ima hop in the shower too. You need me to do anything for you?” he asked, making me weak with that question. I felt myself getting a little nervous, so instead of verbally answering him, I just shook my head, letting him know that I was fine.
He left, giving me some privacy, and that’s when I closed the door, and I sat the items that he’d given me on the counter. I went for my phone, quickly turning my location off because my sisters, my mom, and Blake had it, and I didn’t want to have to explain to them where I was.
Once that was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. For a woman that had gotten soaked from the rain, and damn near had a panic attack in the car, I still looked good. Because my hair was wet, it was no longer straight. It had curled up. The red blouse that I had on was clinging to my stomach. My jeans were wet too.
I quickly peeled the clothes off, and I walked over to the shower, turning it on, making sure I adjusted the water to the hottest setting, needing it to feel like hell when I got inside.
