“Are these homemade?” I asked as I went to stick my finger in one of the slits to taste the sweetness within, but before I could Yasmin slapped my hand.
“Yes, they are homemade, and they’re cooling, so no touching.” I looked up at her amazed, taking in the full picture she made. Something settled deep down inside of me. Seeing her like this in my kitchen that she had made her own was changing me on the inside.
I can't begin to tell you how sexy she looked in that dressed that was so old that it was worn very thin in some places. It fell on her sublime body in a way that made me want to rip it off her and make love to her till she cried and begged me to stop cause she thought she was going to die.
Damn just thinking about her sexy pleas from last night was having an effect on my body. Her curly hair was piled high on her head but many strands escaped from the sides to fall around her slim neck and shoulders. I loved her hair. She complained that it did what it wanted to do, but I loved that about it.
Seeing her barefoot in my kitchen in that cheap old worn dress that she wore as comfortable as a model would a Versace was doing something primal to me. I never knew this kind of woman was one that I would come to have. But now that I have her, I would fight to the death to keep her. She turned around and stirred something that was bubbling in the pot.
“Do you boys want to stay for dinner?” She called over her shoulder to Mac and Kenny who were both watching me with that look that told me they were studying my response to something. I bit down on my teeth. I hated when they did that, like I was some kind of godd*mn science experiment.
“No!” I said.
“Yes!” They both said at the same time. I glared at them, but neither of the suckas looked my way. Oh, so they did know how to mind their own business.
“We would love to.” Kenny replied.
“I can't tell you when the last time I had a home cooked meal!” Mac chimed in sounding like a damn slave. Like a lying slave at that. His mama cooked for him all the time.
“Don't ya'll have something to do tonight?” I asked, the threat very clear in my voice. Both the clowns looked at me and blinked before shaking their heads. Then Kenny grinned, and I knew he was getting ready to drill it home, the manipulating bastard.
“No!” He said as if his heart was broken. Then he looked down with miserable eyes, shaking his head a bit.
“No, nothing to do but go home to a cold TV dinner!” He inhaled. “I've been so lonely of late. Especially when my best friend ran off and got married without letting me know.” He thought for a minute.
“Yeah, I think I had a cold TV dinner that night as well. Afterwards, I just balled up in my bed all alone, holding my pillow close...” He exhaled looking off into the distance. “And just cried!”
Yasmin put her hand over her mouth to cover her giggle as she used the other to stir. That lying bastard hasn’t been in his bed alone not one night since high school.
“Oh! You poor thing.” She said barely able to keep the laughter out her voice. “Nobody should have to go to bed crying in their pillow.” Kenny nodded solemnly. Mac just hung his head shaking it a bit. Even he couldn't keep a straight face amongst Kenny's trail of lies.
“Be here at seven, you too Mac.” Both of them looked up grinning like buffoons.
“Will do!” Mac said, taking his Yankees hat off his head holding it to his chest. “And I thank you so much Yasmin.”
I couldn't take it no more. Their sniveling whining voices was irritating me.
“Man, if you don't get yo big, yessa misses... these some mighty fine vittles... a$$ out of here! In my house sounding like a damn slave!”
Yasmin turned to look at me with a disapproving look.
“Gabriel... be nice! Don't call your friend a slave!”
“Yeah Gabriel, don't call me a slave, man.” Mac said with a straight face, as if he was really offended. I know he was trying to pay me back for what I just did to him in my office. He didn't normally participate in this kind of madness, and of course, that triggered Kenny. He was pressing his damn lips together trying to hold back his mirth. They both was enjoying the cowboy sh*t out of themselves at my expense.
“Gabriel.” Kenny said trying his best to mask that goofy grin of his. “In this day in time, we do not joke about slavery!”
That's it! I was going to beat the hell out of both of them. And they must have known it from the look on my face because the cowards turned tail and ran.
“Thanks for inviting us to dinner... see you at seven!” They called back to us.
When they were gone, I turned and frowned at Yasmin.
“Why you invite them bustas?”
She chuckled coming to me with a wooden spoon in her hand.
“Taste this!”
Before she brought it to my mouth she blew on it. And I'm telling you, I must be the biggest pervert, cause that sh*t caused my man's and nem to come to attention. I wanted her right now.
“Here.” She cooed.
Completely caught under her spell I opened my mouth and let her feed me. The flavors that exploded on my tongue snapped me out of it.
“Damn girl, them the best greens I’ve ever tasted!” She grinned pleased with my response.
“It's my grandmother's recipe.” I wrapped my arm around her waist
