by Ward, Vivian
“Damn! So what are you going to do? You can’t hide him forever,” Lorraine said.
“I know. I was kind of hoping to see how things go. I promised him one date. He would’ve kept coming up to my work if I hadn’t agreed. I figured that we could go out and if we hit things off, then take it from there. But I don’t have my hopes up,” I said helping her carry the food to the table.
“Why?”
“Because he’s too good-looking, he’s got money and I’m just…me. I can’t figure out why he wants to date me.”
“Are you crazy? You look fabulous! You have a cute smile, a great ass, and the perkiest boobs I’ve seen. And you spend way too much money on your weave,” she laughed.
“No, you’re the crazy one. I could stand to lose a few pounds,” I said grabbing a handful of fat from my belly. “And these tatas have seen better days,” I grabbed my bra strap, pulling the girls up, defying gravity.
“Whatever. I’ll cover for you, but you gotta fill me in on all the juicy details. You’re like my little sister. Tyrone will kick his ass if I tell him to!”
“I know,” I smiled. She was right. Tyrone was also very protective of me.
“Where are you guys going to go?”
“That Mexican restaurant, right across the street from South County Mall. I explained my days off work are spent with my adorable baby girl, so he promised that he wouldn’t occupy my whole afternoon.”
“What time?”
“Around one o’clock. I won’t be long,” I promised.
“Sure, just make sure you’re careful,” my friend warned. Tyrone and Nevaeh were coming into the kitchen.
“What are you talking about?” Tyrone questioned.
“Nothing, I’ll tell you about it later,” Lorraine said.
We busied ourselves with making plates while Tyrone and Nevaeh took a seat at the table.
“These are good Lorraine!” My daughter complimented, as she took a heaping bite out of her taco.
Lorraine laughed, “Well thanks, Nevaeh. They’re your favorite, huh?”
“Oh, I meant to ask you earlier when was the last time she had her ibuprofen?” I asked as I sipped my glass of water.
“She had some about an hour after lunch. She should be good until bedtime.”
After dinner, we headed home to begin our nightly ritual of getting scrubbed up and off to bed. Once Nevaeh was asleep, I went to my bedroom to put together clothes for our luncheon. I was nervous about picking out the wrong outfit so I prepared several of them and invited Lorraine over to help me decide on the perfect date wear.
When Sunday came, Lorraine arrived at my house two hours before my rendezvous. I blew my friend away as I ran around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I scampered throughout the house, trying to find my favorite pair of heels as Nevaeh played with her kitchen set. Lorraine’s eyes whipped back and forth, following my sporadic movements as I tracked down my pumps.
“Boy, you sure are in a frenzy, aren’t you?” Lorraine asked, searching for the lost heel.
“It’s just that he may be a great guy and I want to impress him. I don’t understand where this other shoe could be!” Shoes continued to fly out of the closet I was searching through.
Lorraine laughed as she watched me cast the matching pump to the side with all the others. “Is this the one you’re looking for?” Lorraine asked, dangling it off of her finger.
“Yes!” I replied, snatching it from her while rolling my eyes as I hurried to get ready for my date. “You were going to let me keep searching for that thing, weren’t you?” I laughed.
“I can text you in the middle of your lunch to check in and see how things are going. If they’re not well, you could use it as your excuse to say you need to leave. If you’re having a great time, just tell me you’ll be home later.”
“That’s an excellent idea. Thanks,” I said as I hugged my best friend. “I’m so glad you think this stuff up for me. Okay, now help me with my hair.”
As we fussed over my hair, I looked at my watch. “Oh, we need to hurry up! I’m supposed to be there in less than a half-hour,” I said, taming down a few loose strands.
“You’ll be there in time, and if you’re late, so what. He’ll wait for you.”
“That, or he’ll start calling me the minute I’m not there on time. He doesn’t like to be told no or stood up. He’s made that very clear. Actually, he was worried about me not coming to the restaurant when we made the date. He wanted to come here to pick me up, but I insisted that I meet him.”
Lorraine walked me to the front door. “Be careful,” she waved to me.
“I will! Text me in a little while,” I said as I drove away.
Just as I was pulling up to the restaurant, I saw Dale standing in the parking lot next to his car. My cell phone began to ring as I pulled into a parking space a few cars down from him. I declined the call as I got out of the car and said, “I’m right here!”
“I thought you were going to stand me up,” he laughed. “You look stunning!” he said as he eyed me up and down.
I suddenly felt self-conscious about myself. No man had ever drank in my appearance as he was. I nervously replied, “Thank you,” before we headed into the restaurant.
Chapter Three
As we took our seats at a cozy table in the rear of the restaurant, Dale continued to compliment me on how great I looked.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” the waitress asked as she handed us our menus.
“Can we see your wine list?” Dale asked.
“Yes, let me go get that for you, sir,” the waitress said as she left the table.
“Sorry, I took so long,” I apologized.
“I didn’t think you were coming. You know, I usually pick my dates up instead of meeting them somewhere,” he looked at me sternly.
“I told you, I’m very protective of my daughter. And there’s the fact that I don’t like giving my address to strangers.”
“Kimberly, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a stranger. From now on, I’ll pick you up for future dates. I let you off the hook for this first one, but that’s not how I operate.”
“How you operate? Do you think you’re my boss or something? I’m my own woman and I do what I want. Besides, who said there’s going to be future dates? You’re being a bit presumptuous, aren’t you?”
He laughed and shook his head as he leaned in close to me before he lowered his voice. “I call the shots. Always. You didn’t come here today to fight with me or insult me. It’s obvious why you’re here,” he said with a cold look on his face.
“What? Why?” I was rendered speechless once again. He seemed to have that effect on me.
“Because you saw a man you couldn’t resist. One you had to have,” he leaned in closer. “Can’t say I blame you, though,” a devilish grin played on his lips.
“You are absolutely a piece of work. I think I should go,” I said, reaching for my purse.
“Sit down,” he demanded. “Let’s have our date and see how things go. You did promise me one date, and we’re already here.”
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Dale
She looked stunning. I drank in her appearance as she sat at the table with me. She was cute the day that I met her while she was working, but out of that work uniform, she was drop dead gorgeous. She seemed to have a certain glow about her as her hair flowed over her shoulders, encompassing her face.
“So, tell me more about your daughter,” I smiled at her.
“Well, her name’s Nevaeh, but you already know that. She’s almost in the third grade and she’s your typical girl,” Kimberly said.
God, I can’t get enough of her gorgeous, smooth voice. Her eyes are dark and mysterious; I could look into them forever.
“I bet she’s as beautiful as her mom—inside and out.”
“Thanks. She’s my pride and joy. I live for that little girl.”
The entire time we sat across the table from one another, I
couldn’t help but inhale her sweet scent. She smelled delicious enough to eat. And by the judge of her sexy legs and plump ass, I could eat her all night long.
“Do you like the wine?”
“Yes, it’s excellent,” she said crossing her legs.
Damn, I’d love to have those legs wrapped around my neck! I began to wonder if she even knew what she was doing to me. My dick jerked as I thought about all the dirty things I wanted to do to her perfect little body.
“Do you know what you’d like to order?” I asked her.
“I don’t know,” she continued studying the menu. “What would you recommend?”
Hm. What would I recommend? Getting naked in my king size bed and climbing on top of you.
“The stuffed burritos are magnificent.”
“Is that what you’re going to get?” she asked me.
“Maybe. I can’t make up my mind between those or the chicken fajitas,” I answered.
I admired Kimberly’s radiant reflection in the glow of the candlelight that was emanating from the center of the table. I listened to Kimberly’s sweet voice as she talked about her daughter and described how they spent their time when she wasn’t working. I could listen to her forever. She appeared so bright—too intelligent to work fast food.
“How come you’re a waitress?” I asked her; it seemed to fit the conversation since she was talking about her days off.
“It’s not the best job in the world, but it allows me to work the hours that I need so I’m there for Nevaeh when she comes home from school. It also helps pays the bills.” She replied.
I marveled at how committed Kimberly was to her child, but I understood the position that she was in being a single mom.
“What do you like to do outside of work?” she asked.
“A little of this, a little of that. I like to play on the stock market and dabble in commercial property.”
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Kimberly
I began to feel uncomfortable; this was way out of my league. “What exactly does that mean?” I asked meekly.
“Basically, I buy, sell and trade them; they’ve made me a small fortune,” he smiled at me.
“Buy, sell and trade what?” I had no clue what he was talking about.
“Stocks and commercial properties. I’m all for turning a profit where ever I can.”
“What commercial properties do you own?” I asked as I nibbled at my entrée.
“I own South County Mall and the Oxford Apartments as well as the Fox Valley golf course. I also own a few other small commercial retail spaces, but they’re all back home.”
Dale did an outstanding job impressing me. I couldn’t believe I was having lunch with the man who owned one of the most prestigious living communities in the area as well as the busiest mall and an extravagant golf course.
“Back home?” I asked. “Where’s that?”
“I’m originally from San Diego, California. I moved to St. Louis about three years ago.” He explained, taking a bite of his chimichanga.
“Wow,” I emphasized as I drank my water. “You’re not from here? Why did you move here?”
“Business. I don’t like to purchase investments blindly. When I bought the gas company, I wanted to make sure it was a worthwhile investment. I wanted to visit the area, the commercial properties that surrounded the ones I intended to buy and get a feel for how much I could turn out to profit.” He took a drink, “I also needed a break from San Diego.”
I nodded, “I see.” It was obvious that this man carefully planned every detail of his life. I didn’t know where I'd be in ten years from now, but he certainly had a plan.
While the two of us got better acquainted over lunch, my phone went off with a text alert; it was Lorraine. I excused myself to the bathroom and left the table.
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Dale
As she walked away, I admired her long legs in her short skirt, which seemed to start at the floor and go all the way up to her neck. My eyes stared at her toned, round ass as it shifted while she walked across the restaurant. Biting my lip, my mind raced thinking of all the naughty things I’d like to do to her.
She seems to like me, but I’ll make sure by the end of the date that she fucking loves me. I might have to step up my charm a bit, but I’m not letting her slip away. I’ve never met anyone like her. She’s smart, funny, drop-dead gorgeous and sweet. Though, she does have a bit of a spitfire's tongue. We’ll need to work on that.
“Miss?” I raised my hand in the air to summons the waitress to the table. “Can we have another bottle of wine, please?”
The short redheaded woman nodded, “Of course, sir.”
While the waitress fetched another bottle of wine, I began to wonder if Kimberly was all right. She’d been gone quite a while.
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Kimberly
In the bathroom, I called Lorraine to tell her how well our date was going.
“He’s been a pure gentleman; a little cocky, but not as pushy as he was at work. He’s opened all my doors, pulled out my chair and has told me a little about himself, but I don’t know if it’ll work.” I said, worried how our relationship would play out.
“Why do you say that? He sounds great!”
“He’s a little too perfect. Like, he owns all of these commercial spaces—including South County Mall! And he also owns the Oxford Apartments and some golf course—and that’s just here in Missouri! He owns more properties and businesses in San Diego; that’s where he’s from.”
“What’s wrong with that?” My friend asked quizzically.
She apparently wasn’t getting what I was trying to tell her.
“Lorraine, I think he’s loaded! I don’t want him to believe I’m with him for his money. And what if he ever invited me to some fancy event? What would I wear? My T.J. Maxx special?”
She laughed, “It’ll be okay Kimberly. Really. And so what if he’s rich? You’ve never dated a man because he’s had money. Hell, most of the guys you’ve gone with didn’t even have jobs. You go and enjoy yourself. I’ll see you when you get home.”
Dale was scrolling through his phone as I made my way back to the table. “Sorry, I was just checking on some things. How is your lunch?” I asked him.
“Good. Yours?”
“I have to say, it’s delicious! I haven’t been here for quite a while.”
As we finished up lunch, Dale motioned to the waitress for the bill by signaling a check sign with his finger. I texted Lorraine to let her know that I would be heading home soon and promised to fill her in on all the details about our date. During the ride home, I reflected how great it was to have lunch with such an amazing man. I considered myself fortunate; it had been so long since I’d met a real man. I couldn’t wait to tell Lorraine all about him.
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Dale
My friend Charles had tried to set me up with women since the moment I’d arrived in St. Louis. Most of them were shallow and only had one thing on their minds: my money. I didn’t get that vibe with Kimberly. I could tell that she was completely devoted to her daughter and wasn’t interested in cash. She was the polar opposite of the women who were generally attracted to me; she was friendly, thoughtful, gracious, warm-hearted and somewhat guarded. Though she’d answered all of my questions, she didn’t volunteer any extra information about her work, family life or her past. I wondered about her history and why she was so private about certain matters.
I couldn’t wait to fill Charlie in on my date with this incredible woman. He was still trying to find a woman of his own; I couldn’t wait to rub it into his face. I think his problem was that he was looking for love in all the wrong places. He tried to pick up women at conventions, parties, and the country club. All those women saw were dollar bills when they looked at men. It didn’t matter if they were single or married. They were mostly interested in shopping and spending money.
Kimberly seemed more vested in family and relationships. She was the exact kind of woman I was looking
for. Someone with a good head on her shoulders who stood firm in her beliefs. I could make her mine and give her the world.
§
Kimberly
Pulling up to my house, I could see my baby sitting in the window, waiting for me to return. When I went inside, she couldn’t wait to see me, but I had to talk to Lorraine first.
“Hi, Momma!” Nevaeh greeted me.