comfortable for Leah. I walked her through calls and claims and even got the chance to show her the procedure for when a car is released. And at the end of the day I’d lock up the shop, see Leah to her Jaguar CXF, and go my way. But Friday was different—not in terms of it being a payday and the start of the weekend, but in terms of how it ended for Leah and me.
I closed and locked my dad’s office door. Then, after walking out of the shop, I pressed the Lock button on the garage-door opener. As the overhead door dropped to a close, I looked around and noticed I didn’t see Leah’s car.
“Where did you park today?” I asked, planning to see her to her car.
“I didn’t drive today. Kenny dropped me off.”
“Oh. So he’s pickin’ you up?”
“Yeah. We made plans to go out straight from here, and we didn’t want to have to take two cars,” she explained.
“Oh, that’s what’s up,” I said, concluding that was the reason Leah was dressed extra nice that day. She looked good every day, but that day she went hard. She had on a gray fitted skirt that went to her knees and had a small split up the back. Tucked in it was a white blouse that clung to her stomach and breasts but was loose in the sleeves. A few Chanel pearls fell onto her cleavage. And her hair was up in a sexy ponytail. She had on some ankle boots with a high heel that put definition in her calves every time she took a step. And instead of her black mink she wore a chinchilla wrap.
“Yeah,” she put on a half smile. “It’s our anniversary.”
“Oh, okay,” I said.
“You don’t have to wait,” she said.
“I know. But it’s cool. I don’t wanna leave you out here by yourself.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to be standin’ out here in the cold,” she said.
“I’m a man. I can take a little bit of cold. And if it get too bad, I’m goin’ open the shop back up.”
“All right. If you say so.” Then she took her cell phone from her pocketbook and dialed somebody. I assumed Kenny. She held it to her ear for a while, then took it away and repeated the process. After three times, she put the phone back in her pocketbook.
“You want me to open the shop?” I asked, sensing that either the blistery weather or those high-ass shoes were causing her discomfort.
Before she could answer, she started digging around in her pocketbook, trying to locate her ringing phone.
“Hello,” Leah said into the phone. She paused. “I’m out here waiting on you. Where are you?”
I looked down the street.
“Well, when will you be here? It’s freezin’ out here!” Leah ranted. “Forty-five minutes?”
I glanced over at her.
Then she said, “You know what, forget it! I’ll catch a cab. Just meet me at the house!” Leah pressed the End button on her phone and threw it in her pocketbook. It was clear she was angry.
“I can take you home if you want me to,” I offered.
“No, you don’t have to. I’m just goin’ call a cab. But if you could open the shop for me so I can wait inside, I would appreciate it.”
“I would, but I don’t know how long a cab goin’ be, and I do have plans myself, so it’ll be better for me to drop you off at your house.”
She sighed. “I don’t wanna inconvenience you, so whatever is best.”
I walked to my truck and opened the passenger door for Leah to get in. I started it up and immediately turned on the seat heaters. I let the engine run for a good five minutes before I turned on the heat. Having Leah in my truck had my hormones goin’ crazy. I started having all these thoughts about what it would be like to lay her down in the backseat and tear that ass up. She was pissed off at Kenny, too. I might have had a chance.
But, naw, I wasn’t goin’ take advantage of her situation with her dude. I just kept my feelings at bay. There would be a next time, I thought. I knew Kenny. He was one of those no-good-ass niggas. I was sure there would come a time where he would make Leah mad
I closed and locked my dad’s office door. Then, after walking out of the shop, I pressed the Lock button on the garage-door opener. As the overhead door dropped to a close, I looked around and noticed I didn’t see Leah’s car.
“Where did you park today?” I asked, planning to see her to her car.
“I didn’t drive today. Kenny dropped me off.”
“Oh. So he’s pickin’ you up?”
“Yeah. We made plans to go out straight from here, and we didn’t want to have to take two cars,” she explained.
“Oh, that’s what’s up,” I said, concluding that was the reason Leah was dressed extra nice that day. She looked good every day, but that day she went hard. She had on a gray fitted skirt that went to her knees and had a small split up the back. Tucked in it was a white blouse that clung to her stomach and breasts but was loose in the sleeves. A few Chanel pearls fell onto her cleavage. And her hair was up in a sexy ponytail. She had on some ankle boots with a high heel that put definition in her calves every time she took a step. And instead of her black mink she wore a chinchilla wrap.
“Yeah,” she put on a half smile. “It’s our anniversary.”
“Oh, okay,” I said.
“You don’t have to wait,” she said.
“I know. But it’s cool. I don’t wanna leave you out here by yourself.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to be standin’ out here in the cold,” she said.
“I’m a man. I can take a little bit of cold. And if it get too bad, I’m goin’ open the shop back up.”
“All right. If you say so.” Then she took her cell phone from her pocketbook and dialed somebody. I assumed Kenny. She held it to her ear for a while, then took it away and repeated the process. After three times, she put the phone back in her pocketbook.
“You want me to open the shop?” I asked, sensing that either the blistery weather or those high-ass shoes were causing her discomfort.
Before she could answer, she started digging around in her pocketbook, trying to locate her ringing phone.
“Hello,” Leah said into the phone. She paused. “I’m out here waiting on you. Where are you?”
I looked down the street.
“Well, when will you be here? It’s freezin’ out here!” Leah ranted. “Forty-five minutes?”
I glanced over at her.
Then she said, “You know what, forget it! I’ll catch a cab. Just meet me at the house!” Leah pressed the End button on her phone and threw it in her pocketbook. It was clear she was angry.
“I can take you home if you want me to,” I offered.
“No, you don’t have to. I’m just goin’ call a cab. But if you could open the shop for me so I can wait inside, I would appreciate it.”
“I would, but I don’t know how long a cab goin’ be, and I do have plans myself, so it’ll be better for me to drop you off at your house.”
She sighed. “I don’t wanna inconvenience you, so whatever is best.”
I walked to my truck and opened the passenger door for Leah to get in. I started it up and immediately turned on the seat heaters. I let the engine run for a good five minutes before I turned on the heat. Having Leah in my truck had my hormones goin’ crazy. I started having all these thoughts about what it would be like to lay her down in the backseat and tear that ass up. She was pissed off at Kenny, too. I might have had a chance.
But, naw, I wasn’t goin’ take advantage of her situation with her dude. I just kept my feelings at bay. There would be a next time, I thought. I knew Kenny. He was one of those no-good-ass niggas. I was sure there would come a time where he would make Leah mad
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