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picking. There was nothing mean-looking at all about the
man sitting behind that wheel. As a matter of fact, he had a smile
with the type of lips that made you want to pop out your titty and
stick it inside his mouth.
    “ You ’ re every bit as sexy as your
picture.”
    At least he appreciated beauty.
“Of course… did you expect anything less?”
    He chuckled again, revealing
perfect white teeth. “You ’ d be surprised the
clowns I’ve met.”
    I batted my fake eyelashes. “I aim
to please.”
    “ You wanna go for a ride?” he
suggested.
    I looked around. The sun was out.
What were the chances of me coming up missing, although I didn’t
know shit about this dude. “For all I know you ’ re
one of them crazy mofos cutting up women and burying them in your
backyard.”
    He nodded. “You ’ re
right. I could be.”
    I thought about it a moment longer, then reached
inside my purse, removed my phone and snapped his picture.
    “ What ’s up? ” he said and
laughed.
    “ Insurance.” I
took another picture then backed up, snapped his car and even went
as far as the license plate. The whole time he sat behind the
driver ’s seat admiring the
view.
    “ I can see
you ’ re going to be a piece of
work.”
    “ Absolutely.
I ’ ma game changer.” I tagged all
the photos then sent a text to April.
    Girl, I’m with Kaleb aka Jaguar in
his Jaguar. LOL.
    I was tapping away at my keyboard
as I spoke. “Give me a second to send these pictures to my cousin
and I’ll be ready to roll.”
    “ Are you serious?” he roared with
laughter.
    I shrugged. “A
diva ’s gotta be careful.”
    He rubbed a hand across his nearly
trimmed goatee. “I understand. Now will you get in?”
    “ In a second.” I wasn’t climbing
into that bitch until my phone alerted my message had been
sent.
    “ You like to be in charge.” He was
observant.
    “ Of course.” Damn, the message was
taking forever to send.
    “ Then we ’ re gonna have a
problem.”
    I looked up from my phone and at
him. He appeared to be a few years older than me.
“Why ’s that?”
    “ Because there can only be one
boss in this relationship.”
    “ Who said
we ’ re in a relationship?” I said and
shuddered with excitement.
    “ Me. Because
I ’ m not window-shopping. When I
like what I see, I grab it and you sweetheart have plenty to hold
on to.”
    Ain’t that the truth. The message
finally left my phone and I reached for the handle and opened the
door. I climbed in and sat down on a butter-soft leather seat and
grinned over at him. Kaleb ’s eyes were all over
me.
    “ You ’ re delicious.”
    For a chick who loved food that
was the ultimate compliment. “Thank you. Now take me for a
ride.”
    He finally pulled away from the curb. The air
conditioner was on, blowing in my face. I put my Michael Kors purse
on the floor then relaxed on the seat and enjoyed the soft R&B
music coming from the speakers.
    Kaleb drove through downtown. I saw a few people I
knew along the sidewalks. Too bad the windows were tinted. I wanted
everyone to see me.
    “ You gonna tell me your name? ”
    My headed whipped around to gaze
at the curious look on his handsome face. I felt my chocolate face
become hot at the way he was licking his bottom lip. Damn that
goatee looked good on him. “My bad. It ’s Janelle
but everyone calls me Jae.”
    “ Jae huh? Like in juicy? ”
    I had to laugh. From anyone else that line would
have sounded whack, but he just had this swag about him I was
feeling.
    As he stopped for a red light, he
said, “Tell me, as fine as you are, what made you decide to go on a
dating site?”
    “ Curiosity. More than anything
else,” I explained as I stared out the window. “I meet a lot of
rejects.”
    “ Are you seeing anyone
now?”
    No one worth talking about. “Nope.
Single as it gets.” I waved my ring finger just in case he hadn’t
noticed it was naked. “What about you?”
    “ No one. I don’t
settle for anything but the best. If you