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“Sure.”

She gave me a huge smile that didn’t match well with her black uniform. Her sex was good but I liked being in charge and her job probably made it impossible to be submissive. I couldn’t believe I fucked her as many times as I did. She had a masculine quality about her. She used more profanity than me. She could drink more than me. She even admitted to fucking a few women. Maybe I was old fashioned but I liked woman that acted like women. Sure, I desired tits, ass and a tight, wet pussy but femininity was a quality I was also attracted to. That was the past and I disliked when women tried to hold on to me, keep tabs on me or insert themselves in my life.

Lauren gave me a quick wave and walked back to her squad car. As I push the button to roll up my window I heard one of the young men from the sidewalk yelling. “I smell bacon! Get the fuck out of here pig!” The young Black men weren’t talking to me so I pulled off the curb and headed down Lake Street.

I checked my Rolex. I had time to make it to the restaurant for my date. I would’ve been pissed if this unnecessary detainment had made me tardy for my dinner date. I was never late and despite my brash personality I’d never stood a woman up that I asked out on a proper date. I had manners and a few gentlemanly qualities.

Chapter Five

LORDES

Radiant— the only word that came to mind when I saw her enter the restaurant. She was wearing a body hugging black dress and black pumps that made her legs look like a ballerina. Her strut rivaled all the models on any couture runway. I stood when the hostess approached the table with Labria in toe. I rushed to pull the chair out for her. I sometimes listened to Gram. Tonight, I was going to be a complete and total gentleman.

“You look lovely.”

She smiled with her eyes and warmed my nervousness. Why was I nervous? Women didn’t make nervous. This woman looked good enough to eat. Why was she different? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Thank you.” She glided down into the chair and I imagined how good she would look in this dress slipping into the passenger seat of my Porsche.

I hurried back to my chair.

“Your waiter will be right you.” The hostess placed two menus on the table in front of us. All my attention was on Bria, and her little black dress, hair, face and her ruby red lipstick. Why did I shorten her name? I was being weird and I needed to calm down. The hostess was gone and Bria was here with me. This was the first time in my life I thought a woman might not show. I’d never been stood up and it wasn’t clear to me why I was so worried.

I needed to say something. But what? “I’m happy you could make it.”

“You told me I had to eat.”

“I said that?” I teased.

“Yes, you did.”

“Did you have trouble finding the restaurant?”

“No, I not at all.”

“Where’d you park? I will take care of your parking fee. I know how expensive it is to park downtown.”

“That’s not necessary. I took an Uber, just for the reason you mentioned. Parking garages are rip-offs.”

“Oh.” I didn’t expect that.

“It’s just easier.”

“Have you been here before?” Did I ask that already?

“I have not.” Her voice streamed across the table like a love song. “How’s the food here?”

“It’s great.” Why did I say great? I was acting stiff and corny.

“You should order for me. I’ll try whatever you recommend.”

That’s never happened, a woman that didn’t want to exert her power and order either the most expensive thing on the menu or a bland caesar salad. This was the first time a woman would leave it to me to order her meal.

“Are you sure?” I really couldn’t believe my ears and I had to make sure.

“I trust your judgment.” Her eyes reeked with sincerity.

Shit! I wish she wouldn’t trust my judgment or me. I was not a good guy. “Are you allergic to anything?”

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