“Anytime, my baby. I know y’all only use my services for special people. I hope you find the happiness you deserve, G.”
“Thanks, fam.” He gave a curt nod, then went into the kitchen to get to work. Since I didn’t want anything to distract us for the night, I chose to have a three-course meal prepared by the chef god himself and to have a game night. I never got to be a normal kid who played games and hung out with friends.
It always felt like I was a burden, carrying everything on my back at once. I had always been responsible for Kenzi, even when Ashanti was around. It wasn’t that I couldn’t be responsible for a baby; it was that I was afraid to be.
Now, I didn’t feel that way, and the feeling kind of scared me a little. But it made me feel good too. I didn’t know what was going to come out of this thing with Autumn, but I was going to make damn sure not to fuck this up.
By the time Jax was done cooking, Autumn had arrived. I buzzed the elevator to let her up and rushed Jax’s ass out. When the doors finally opened, she appeared, rocking a red baby-doll dress that tied at her neck and red strappy heels that tied into a bow at her ankles. Her breasts sat up perfectly, showing just enough cleavage to tease the eye. Her hair was pulled back in a big puff, with two tendrils of curls framing her face, and her makeup was flawless.
My baby was bad as fuck, and she knew that shit.
“You’re beautiful as fuck,” I told her.
“Thank you. So are you.” We chuckled just as Jax came out of the kitchen with his rolling case.
“Ms. Autumn. You look lovely tonight,” he said, giving her a hug and a kiss on her cheek.
“Thank you, Jaxson.”
“Not too much, my guy,” I told him. “Don’t make me tell Wes you out here being too friendly.”
He chuckled. “Chill. My wife knows what it is. I hope y’all enjoy your night and your meal.”
“I’m sure we will. Tell Wes and the girls I said hello,” Autumn said.
“Will do. Later.” He got on the elevator, and as the doors closed, I pulled Autumn to me and kissed her lips.
“You ready to eat?”
“If Jax cooked it, absolutely!”
I smirked. “Oh, so if I cooked it, you wouldn’t eat it?”
“You know I would, baby. I’d tryanythingonce,” she said in a flirty tone and sized me up while licking her lips. That little shitin her office must have turned her up a notch. That look in her eyes let me know her ass wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
I licked my lips as my eyes roved from her feet to her face. “Don’t look at me like that, Ros. I’m trying to show you a good time before Ishowyou a good time.”
“Fine.” She giggled. “I’ll behave.”
“Thank you, because by the end of the night, you gon’ be misbehaving.” I pecked her lips again and led her over to the dining table. After pulling her chair out, I uncovered our meal, and we dined over Caesar salad, some shit called steak and shrimp Bosco made with pasta, and for dessert, vanilla crunch cheesecake. We laughed and talked about art, books, music, and politics. Soft R&B played while we enjoyed a glass of wine, and we were back on the topic of books.
“What’s your favorite non-fiction book?” she asked me.
“Empire of Painby Keefe and Patrick Radden.”
“Okay, okay. What’s your favorite fiction book?”
“I have too many. But I gotta say the Dillinger series by Kimberly Brown.”
“Oh, yesss! I love that series.”
I smiled. “You read shit like that?”
“I do. I’m not green to urban genres, sir.” She giggled.
I admired those beautiful dimples in her cheeks every time she laughed or smiled. If I could wake up to that shit every day, I’d be a happy man.
“You ready to start the games?” I asked.