him for that. We like the same type of music. Fucker.
“Let me make something else perfectly clear. Don’t call me the names you called me that night, Nixon,” she began again, not satisfied with his lack of acknowledgement.
“Classic. You’re trying to start an argument in hopes that I will get pissed off and wash my hands of you before we even get started. Speaking of washing hands, did you wash yours? Peppermint?” Shivers went down her spine at his words. “Relax. Not spying on you. I can smell the damn soap. I have a good sense of smell. Anyway, startin’ an argument this way is silly, don’t you think, baby? It’s unoriginal and unimaginative. I expected better from you. You’re such an accomplished lawyer. Seems you would’ve come up with something better than that.” He shrugged. “It’s all right though. You’re still entertaining.” After a pause, he said, “Back to the bullshit, though. What did I call you that has you so in your feelings?”
He never looked directly at her. It disturbed her… yet this attitude, the way he spoke, fit him so well.
“A bitch.”
“Doesn’t matter what the fuck I call you. It matters what you answer to.”
“I’ll call you that, then. See how you like it.”
“I’m nobody’s fuckin’ bitch.”
“Oh? You sound insulted. How does it feel?” She smiled, enjoying his slightly raised voice.
“What you’re called in the middle of being fucked versus what you are called in day-to-day interactions is like comparing apples and oranges.”
“Fine. You’re a banana. And a bitch.”
He turned suddenly in her direction and leaned close.
“Ahhh!” She jumped back, causing him to burst out laughing.
“Calm down. This banana is just gonna slide on over here for a sec. Banana, huh? Freudian slip. If you want to suck it, and we both know you do, I can pull over right now. Give you a nice banana cream pie right down your fucking throat.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, and for a moment she was sure he was going to try and hurt her, do some bodily harm, perhaps slap her silly. Instead, he slid his arm past her, opened up his glove compartment, and pulled out a tissue from a packet. He used it to dab at his forehead, then cast it aside.
“It’s unusually hot today. Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“You’re lying. I heard your stomach growl. You don’t have to pretend with me. I know who you are. On the inside.”
“You don’t know shit about me and I plan to keep it that way.”
“You don’t know shit about you, Yasmine. That’s why I am the only one who can make you cum.” He pointed at himself, but his eyes remained on the road. “You have no clue as to what’s going on with you, deep within.”
“Shut up! Not everything is about sex.”
“Who said I was talking about sex right now?”
She drew quiet for a spell, hating him more as each second passed. She was out of character, nasty and mean, trying to protect herself from the situation she found herself in. It felt wrong, forbidden, and definitely not how she intended to spend her day. In her mind, he was supposed to be yelling and screaming, dropping her back off at the office. Sick of her by now. She huffed, exhaled loudly, clearly displeased and wishing for him to know it.
“You can lose the attitude. I haven’t done shit to you, baby, but open your legs and horizons. You should be thanking me.” He blew out some smoke and tapped his hand against the steering wheel to the beat of Kiana Ledé’s ‘Chocolate,’ ft. Ari Lennox. She offered nothing but a stiff upper lip and a cold disposition. The sooner this damn lunch date was over, the better.
Shortly thereafter they arrived at the Blackbird Restaurant on Randolph Street. She bristled in her seat, fighting a smile, but tried to show little emotion. He thrives on reactions. I never told him this is one of my favorite spots. I’m going to pretend I don’t care. It would be difficult, for she absolutely loved the place. In fact, she and her friends enjoyed this place from time to time for lunch or dinner. The food was fantastic, the ambience relaxed but top-notch. She found it rather off-putting that he’d taken her, as if he’d been reading her mind, figuring out her likes and dislikes. First the soap, now this! They exited the car, which was driven away by a valet.
The man rested his hand along her lower back, sending tremors