“Good. Now, what do you want to do first? We can have a bite to eat for brunch since it’s still kind of early, then we can make our way to the wine tasting. How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect, Dre.” It didn’t matter what he suggested, because, truly, my ass was floating on a cloud that I didn’t want to come down from. He was proving to be everything.
“I see that bracelet looking good on that wrist, too.”
“It is. Thanks to you.” I patted his chest lightly.
“Come on. That’s our car, up ahead, waiting for us.”
“Oh, you went all the way out, I see.”
“How could I not? Look at you.”
He lifted my arm and twirled me around. Everything about the moment was perfect, and best believe I looked the part to match the mood. I had an outfit waiting in my closet for an outing like this. I wasn’t prepared when Dre initially told me we were going on a day trip; I panicked. Even though he kept most of the details to himself, he did mention yellow, and I went with that.
I packed essentials and three outfit choices with two pairs of heels that went with just about anything. I technically wasprepared. I kept an outfit or dress for every occasion. The midi, lemon-yellow dress that adorned my body fit perfectly. The square neckline and V-shaped bodice flattered my frame to perfection. House of CB never missed.
Dre took my hand and led the way to a black, classic-looking car. I wasn’t well-versed in vintage cars like that, but I was pretty sure he was if he picked that.
“Dre, what kind of car is this?”
“This, my dear, is a 1958 Chevrolet Impala. Isn’t she lovely?”
“Yes, she is. I’ve never ridden in a classic car before.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Aight, so before we get brunch, we’ll take a ride so you can see why I love vintage cars so much.”
“That’s cool, baby.” I winked.
He opened the passenger door for me, and the smell of the leather seats quickly overtook my nostrils. They were in pristine condition. Dre hopped in the driver’s seat and opened the glove compartment, where he grabbed the keys to the car. What a clever way to house the keys without disrupting a person’s day with a long, drawn-out car rental process. Granted, I was not sure what the process was for renting a vintage car, but Dre seemed well-connected, so I was sure he had a connection.
“Listen to this baby purr when I crank her.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he cranked it, and we pulled off.
My eyes kept finding his arms and hands while he drove as if I didn’t gush over them enough when he was hovering over me last night, when we had the best sex I’d ever experienced. Something in me knew it would be fantastic, and it was that and more.
I made a mental note to give him a hand job before we ate brunch. Seeing him nut had me in a trance.
“This car is indeed purring. It feels so heavy-duty yet smooth. I get why people love vintage cars. This is something else.”
He turned the radio dial to find some music for us to cruise to.
“Does it have FM stations?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out together.” He laughed.
His phone rang, and he answered. By the way his tone changed, I immediately knew it was another woman. With my hands in my lap, I held them together to keep from saying something petty or ugly that I didn’t need to. I hated the way dick made you possessive almost immediately when it was good.Fuck.
I turned my body slightly so I could purposely focus on the scenery, which was beautiful, by the way. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ear hustling because I was. I could hear a woman’s voice, but couldn’t quite make out what she was saying.
“You could have texted me that. I’m out and will be busy for the rest of the day and night. I’ll see Junior’s senior head pictures once I’m back in town.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, because if it were me, I would not have answered if it were my child’s father, but hey, what did I know? I was no one’s parent.
“You aight over there, beautiful?”
Don’t ‘beautiful’ me. Hell, you probably still call your baby mother that,was what I wanted to say, but I refrained. I knew my sharp tongue shot daggers sometimes, being that I was a Sagittarius, but I couldn’t help that I was blunt and appreciated raw honesty.
“Oh, I’m cool,” I said slowly.
