Page 17 of Frosty Felicity
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Torch has Arrived
As he sat across from the beautiful Black woman dressed in a satiny black dress adorned with a red apple broach, he was amazed at how the flickering candlelight made her dark eyes glow. Thus far, their date had been uneventful, and everything felt normal. He’d picked her up from her condo, and while he waited in her foyer area, he couldn’t help but admire how neat and well decorated it was, and yet, it lacked that feeling of ‘home.’ It was a bit too cold. Not temperature wise—just the vibe of it all. There were no mistakes such as shoes in the wrong spot, art a bit crooked, or a drippy faucet. It was perfection. Her house smelled almost as if she’d just moved in, but she stated she’d been there for years.
She talked a little about her job, her friend Violet, and her family while on their ride to the restaurant, Boca, on E 6th St. She wasn’t a chatterbox, per se, but she knew how to respond, and made the few awkward silences they’d encountered go away seamlessly. She was a great conversationalist, and he soon realized she was a smart cookie, too. She used big words, and though he understood her, they were in every other sentence it seemed. Now, here they were, seated in the posh, upscale restaurant, across from one another.
She took a sip of her red wine, and looked at him with mischievousness in her expression, along with a flash of lust and flirtatiousness in her eyes.
She’s incredibly sexy. Just wow…
“Can I ask you a rude question?”
He laughed at that, then nodded.
“Go ahead.”
“How can you afford to bring me here on a cop’s salary?”
“I’m not broke.”
“Inheritance?”
“Uh, no. Are you a gold digger?”
“All women should dig for a little gold, but it shouldn’t be our biggest flex.”
He couldn’t help but smirk.
“What? You don’t agree that women should want security? I bring plenty to the table, so I believe I have the right to have certain standards and expectations.”
“Oh, I definitely think a woman should want security, but as you said, it shouldn’t be your biggest flex. I think actual connection and love should come first. As far as my money goes, I’m comfortable. I give driving instruction classes to adults all year round through a company here in Cincinnati. I moonlight for security jobs. Like when certain entertainers come into town. I also teach self-defense several times a month, and Taekwondo to children, too. Between my police career and all of that, I make pretty good money, and have a full schedule. Can I ask you a rude question, too?”
“Of course.” She took another sip of her wine.
“My friends and I believe if a gorgeous woman over thirty is single, then she’s either lying about being single and is actually involved with someone, or she’s crazy. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. You’re about to ask if I’m crazy now?”
He picked up the menu and flipped through it, though he already knew what he was ordering.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes, you’re crazy, or yes, that’s what I was going to ask?”
“Both, I guess.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not crazy. I am a bit… different, I guess you could say.”
“I thought different was supposed to be good?”
“Only if you are talking about a fast-food commercial. Look, Brett, I think you’re super attractive, too, so the same thing could be said about you too, right? You’re single. You’re handsome.”
“Yeah, but I’m divorced. You said you’ve never been married. You’re thirty-three. No kids?”
“None. Don’t want any, either.”
He nodded and looked back down at his menu. She seemed quite adamant about that… didn’t hesitate for a second.
“Do you have any?”
