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9
Kerenza
I blasted some old school Chaka Khan and set to work, cleaning my house. Tonight, Oden would be coming over for the first time, and I wanted everything to be on point for his visit. Particularly my bedroom because that was where I planned for us to end the night.
Was I planning to sleep with my boss, a man I’d only known for three weeks, already?
You’re darn skippy I was.
I was a grown woman, not some nineteen-year-old girl who still had it in her head that she needed to make a man wait six months before sleeping with him. As long as it was consensual and safe, I was firmly pro-sex.
On our last date, Oden had given me a mind-blowing orgasm with just his mouth, after telling me he didn’t want me to feel obligated or rushed to sleep with him. To me, there was no rush or obligation. I wanted what I wanted—him—and tonight, I was going to get what I wanted.
After deep cleaning my severely neglected living room and dining room, I decided to start a few of the items that would be on tonight’s menu. Since Oden was a lifelong ‘swirler’, I assumed he was also a soul food lover, so that was what we would be having tonight.
I’d already cleaned my fresh collard greens this morning, but I still went ahead and cleaned them one more time before putting them in a big pot to slow cook. They would cook right up until it was time for Oden to arrive. I would add some smoked turkey necks and bacon in an hour or so. Then, I cleaned and seasoned my chicken and placed it in the refrigerator to marinate. We would be having both fried and baked chicken tonight.Everything else on the menu—homemade macaroni and cheese, meatballs, and Hawaiian dinner rolls—wouldn’t take long to whip up. I had already made two sweet potato pies and a big bowl of potato salad last night as well.
I’d grown up with an old-fashioned black mama, so I knew the two-punch approach of feeding and then screwing a man was the hands down best approach.And if Oden screwed anything—anything at all—like he’d kissed (both sets of my lips), I was in for a real treat.
Chuckling to myself, I headed upstairs to clean my bathroom and bedroom in preparation for tonight’s…festivities.
Promptly at six-thirty, my doorbell rang.
That was all it took for another bout of nervousness to sweep through me. My stomach flip-flopped as I approached the front door. I quickly swiped a hand over my freshly styled hair before pulling it open. Oden’s hulking frame filled my doorway. I took him in, noting that this was my first time seeing him not wearing a suit.He wore a crisp white Polo shirt paired with well-fitting jeans and loafers. His hair, as always, looked wet from a shower, only this time, instead of being parted to the side, it had all been combed back, giving him an edgy, bad-boy look.
Instead of verbally greeting me, Oden stepped forward and kissed me. The gesture was so familiar, you would think we had been dating—if that was even what we were doing?—for more than two weeks
“Well,” I said when we pulled apart. “Hello to you, too!”
Smirking, he replied, “I honestly couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”
My stomach did another flip-flop. His candidness was refreshing. I didn’t have to wonder if he was as attracted to me as I was to him. Not when he constantly made it clear.
“Oh, look at me, being rude. Come on in.”
Oden followed me down the hall to the kitchen. I felt his eyes on my ass the entire time, which was the point of my outfit choice; a cropped tank top, so fitted that a bra couldn’t be worn with it, and a fire red, latex skirt paired with black pumps.
I looked hot, and I knew it. Like I said, I was taking my boss to bed tonight—no matter what.
“Something smells absolutely divine,” Oden said, inhaling deeply.
We turned into the kitchen and I made a sweeping motion toward the island where our soul food feast was laid out.
“That would be this.”
Wide-eyed, he stepped forward and took in the spread.
“Are-are those sweet potato pies?” he asked.
A sinking feeling came over me.
“Yes, they are. You don’t like them?”
Slowly, he shook his head and disappointment flitted through me.
“No, I don’t like them, I love them. Hands down my favorite kind of pie! May I have some to go?”
A big, Kool-Aid smile spread across my face. Pretty sure all twenty-six teeth were on display right now.
