Page 21 of Know Your Place

“Ain’t we supposed to talk or somethin’?” Beretta asked.

I shrugged. “Uh, . . . I don’t know. Maybe?”

“I think we is.” He nodded once, like he figured it all out. Like this dating thing had a guide or a formula I had yet to lay eyes on.

Silence filled the car again, and I side-eyed him.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “So talk, nigga.”

He glanced at me with a frown. “I don’t know what to talk about.”

“And I do?” I screeched. The stress of this whole thing was definitely getting to me.

He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Aight, man. Look, it ain’t like we ain’t kicked it before. This shit shouldn’t be so hard.”

I sighed. “You’re right. This whole dating thing has me a bit geeked out.”

“Aye, I won’t lie, me too, but if Keegan’s ass can go on dates and be romantic, then shit, so the fuck can I.”

I grinned at him. “You know what? You’re right. And I can’t be the only bitch on the planet that doesn’t know how to enjoy a date, right?”

“Damn right, baby.” His hand found my thigh, and I felt like melting into the seat. Beretta called me baby often, but there was something about the way he just said it that caused my insides to quake.

“Okay, then. From this moment on, we’re going to enjoy this date. Bet?”

“That’s a bet.”

I beamed. “Cool. So, did you find a new graphic designer yet?”

“Did you find a new pair of balls to wax?”

I shrieked with laughter. This man literally said anything that came to his mind. That was why I liked his ass so damn much.

The rest of the ride was filled with familiar banter between us. When we pulled up to a building with a sign that read Locked In Escape Rooms, my eyes lit up. “An escape room? That’s what we’re doing?”

He nodded. “Hope that’s cool wit’ you. I had to Google some ideas since you ain’t want it to be all romantic and shit. I thought we could do this and then get drinks or somethin’ after.”

“It’s perfect.” I squeezed his hand that still rested on my thigh.

After he parked, he turned to give me his full attention. With a serious face, he said, “Let me see a tittie before we go in.”

“What?” I thought for sure I heard him wrong.

“A tittie. Let me see one. You lookin’ good as fuck, Juicy, and I’m tryna be a gentleman for the first time in my life, so I’m not about to tell you to bend over in my back seat so I can dick you down, but I need a lil somethin’ to get me through this date. Show me a tittie.”

I giggled. “I’ll show you two if you show me your dick.”

Beretta unbuckled his seat belt and then the belt looped around his pants so fast, I almost missed it. His dick sprang out of his boxers after he pulled them and his pants down, and my mouth watered.

“I know that look, Juicy. I need you to hold it together for me for a little bit. Can you do that? I just need to see a lil somethin’ before we go up in there. I really wanna do this dating thing right. Can you do that for daddy? Let me see those pretty ass nipples.” He slowly stroked his big ass dick as he spoke.

My pussy clenched. He had no idea that when he spoke to me like that, he could get whatever the hell he wanted out of me.

Slowly, I slid my jacket off and then lifted my shirt and popped my titties out of my bra. Beretta licked his lips, and he reached out and pinched one of my nipples. I moaned, and my legs automatically opened.

As if it pained him, Beretta fixed my shirt and pulled away from me. Without a word, he got out of the car and walked around to open my door.

And this time, I grabbed his hand as we walked into the building. I finally felt like we were on a date, and it made me a little giddy with excitement. Was this how normal women felt when they were courted by a man they liked? If so, I could definitely see the hype.