Page 39 of Adonis Gates

He swiftly captured my hand and walked me the short distance to his passenger door before pulling it open with his free hand.

“I ordered a ride.”

“Cancel it.” He assisted me in hopping into the truck then buckled my seatbelt.

After he shut the door, he rounded the back of the car then got into the driver’s seat.

“Got a taste for anything specific?” he asked once he pulled away.

I shook my head. “Not really. I usually use my time in the shower to figure out what I want after work.”

“Then I’ll pick today, and you got the next time.”

“I have on work clothes, Adonis. I need to shower and change into something more presentable.”

“Naw, you look good.” He glanced my way and smirked. “I never seen work pants look so fucking good for real.”

I blushed and turned away. “You don’t listen.”

“I ain’t gon’ take you to the crib and let you talk us both out of the date you owe me.”

“I’m not.” I chuckled, then asked, “can we go to Kraving? I don’t know what I want yet, but I know they have something there that I’d like.”

Kraving was an outside food court with several restaurants. It was located downtown and right next to Diamond Field, so it was always busy. We were going pretty early in the evening, so I was hoping that it wasn’t too crowded.

The twenty-minute ride across town was filled with Adonis asking questions about my trip. I filled him in on everything that I did, and he all but invited himself over for when I made the Caribbean food at my parents.

Kraving wasn’t packed when we made it, so we thankfully were able to get one of the tables with an umbrella and a large industrial fan nearby because it was a little warm outside.

“Aight, I’ll go grab the food. What you want?” Adonis asked once we were seated at our table.

“Maine Attraction.” I answered quickly. As soon as I stepped in and smelled seafood, I knew that was what I wanted. “A lobster BLT with the potato crisp.”

“Drink?”

“Hm, since it was my first day back in the office, I think I should have a drink. Maybe a flight from Juicebox.”

“Aight, I’m gon’ order your drinks first then I’ll get the food,” he said before excusing himself from the table.

When he walked away, I pulled my phone out. I was going to text my sister, but I noticed that she’d already texted me.

Geri: Kraving? Without me? The betrayal.

I smiled at her message because she was always stalking my location.

Me: If you don’t mind being a third wheel, come on.

Geri: Third wheeeel? You’re on a date?

Me: I’m having dinner with a friend Gerica.

Geri: Would that friend happen to be the recipe for disaster?

Me: Elaborate.

Geri: Let’s see… tall, chestnut brown, fine as hell.

Geri: The kind of fine that makes a woman forget her morals and a panty dropping smile that looks like it comes with trouble.