The Key….Part 5

….She sat up from her reclined position and slowly turned the volume for her car stereo down. Nadhira reminded herself not to smile.

“Nice to see you again.” He said with a gorgeous colgate smile plastered across his face.

“It is?” She asked surprised.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” He asked.

“We didn’t exactly meet under the best of circumstances, if I recall. Unless almost killing a woman is your idea of excitement and an awesome way to meet chicks.” Nadhira replied sarcastically.

“It’s not the way I normally try to get a woman’s attention, but with you, it doesn’t really matter how I met you. I’m just glad I did.” Dillon replied, wide beautiful smile still in tact.

She smirked slightly.

“I saw that.” He said.

“Saw what?” She replied.

“Your smile. At least your attempt to try and not smile.”

“You think that I’m forcing myself to not smile?”

Dillon stared at her without blinking. He thought she was extraordinary. His look unnerved her to her core, causing her feet to shuffle restlessly and her gaze to be all over on everything else, except his beautiful face.

“No bike tonight?” She asked with sarcasm still in tact.

“No, no bike tonight. I’m driving my truck.” He gestured towards a silver  pick-up truck.

“Very Nice. I’m assuming you got here without mowing down any innocent pedestrians or your fellow vehicular transported road mates.” She said in a soft cheeky voice.

Her smile could not be hidden anymore.

“I promise you, I am a very good driver and truth be told, I’m not too bad on a two-wheeler either. You just caught me at a bad time, but maybe one of these days, you’ll let me take you out and you can judge for yourself.” He said in a very serious tone,  smile remained.

“Take me out where? And I hope you don’t think I would ever get on the back of one of those death traps?” Nadhira replied.

Motorcycles petrified her. She admired how beautiful they looked, and thought most men looked very sexy on them, but she preferred to be an onlooker and shunned the idea of ever being a passenger on one.

“I would love to take you out on my bike, but if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just go out in my truck.” 

“Wait a minute! I was unaware I was giving you an option. What makes you think I’m going to go anywhere with you?”

Nadhira was chuckling at this point, trying to contain herself and mask how much she was really diggin’ his presence and conversation. She quickly glanced at the time on her dashboard and realized that she could go inside and get her food. She politely asked him to ease back as she rolled her windows up, switched off her car and grabbed her handbag in order to exit. When she descended from her jeep, he had only stepped back far enough so that she could open the door a portion of its way to get out. She turned to close the door and when she turned back around, he wasn’t more than 6 inches away from her toe to toe. God he was built like a brick shit house.  He was solid and fine and tall and beautiful and handsome and she wanted to say to him, ‘Please take me in the back seat of your pick-up truck’ but all she said was,

“I think my food is ready. I’m assuming you are here to pick up food also, so I’m guessing yours is ready too.” 

“Actually no. I recognized your jeep and your plates, and I really wanted to see you.”

“What if I hadn’t been the driver? What if my man had been driving?”

His heart sunk a little. He knew that the odds were that she WOULD have a man, but he hoped that God was smiling upon him and that she wouldn’t. After all, he had prayed and asked God that if she did have a man, that he would not run into her again. He had hoped his prayers were answered when he saw her jeep driving into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“You’re seeing someone?”

Nadhira hesitated for a few seconds. She thought she may have been seeing things, but she could have sworn she saw disappointment slap him across his face, when she alluded to having a man.

“No, I’m not.” She said with a soft smile.

Dillon breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good. I prayed that you didn’t. I just didn’t want to have to go through all of the drama of having to take you away from someone.”

She began to laugh.

“You believed that you would have succeeded?” She asked, marveling at his confidence.

“I KNOW that I would have succeeded, because I know that you have probably been thinking about me, almost as much I have been thinking about you.”

He was right. But she was not about to confirm or deny. Dillon stared her up and down trying to decide what he loved most about the way she looked. He grinned at the outrageous pair of shoes she was wearing, which made her look almost as tall as his 6′-3″ frame, but when he stared again at her face, he decided that it was her smile. He also couldn’t get her breasts out of his mind, from since the day she got soaked after their accident, but he tried his best not to focus on her chest while he stood in front of her, because it was definitely not polite to get a noticeable hard-on in front of a woman who you are trying to get to take you seriously.

“How do you walk in those shoes?” he asked.

She averted her glance from his beautifully chiseled face to her feet and smiled.

“Practice I guess.”

Nadhira began to feel very uneasy about his closeness. Not because he was too close, but because she rather liked it and in some ways wished he was closer. She took one step back, then angled away from him towards the restaurant, than began to walk. He followed along side her. When she got to the counter, and asked for her order, she was told that her order had been accidentally given to another customer and that hers would be done in a few minutes. A couple of apologies and head bows later, she decided to just have a seat at one of the tables to wait. Dillon joined her. A pretty waitress came over and asked them if they wanted to stay, instead of taking the food to go as in the original order and Dillon instructed her that they would stay. Nadhira shook her head at his presumptuous nature, but was happy to sit in his presence for a bit longer. He was making her smile on the inside. Something that she hadn’t done in a while.

Nadhira and Dillon talked, laughed, argued, laughed, got to know each other and laughed some more, over so really good chinese food.

Nearly two hours had passed and two bellies filled. In the end, there were two empty plates, two empty glasses, and stories were shared that neither of them had ever expected to talk about. He got a bit of the Evan and Terah scoop, which was when a lot of the laughing happened and she got a bit about what really happened the day they nearly crashed into each other, his amicable break up with his last girlfriend a few months ago, how accomplished and smart he was, how spontaneous he was and how much she truly enjoyed his company.

They both decided that they needed to get home before the niggeritis set in, so he escorted her back to her car. They stood in almost the exact same spot as before they went inside. Dillon felt a sudden rush of bravery, then leaned in to kiss her. Nadhira was  about to let him, but just as his lips were about to touch hers, she turned her face away and he caught the corner of her mouth.

“I had a really nice time.” He said smiling

“I did as well.” She replied. She wanted to say soo much more though.

“Make sure you don’t lose my number.” He said.

She tapped the outside pocket of her bag where her blackberry was and assured him that she wouldn’t. She unlocked her car and Dillon opened her door  and held her bag so the she could get in comfortably. He handed it back to her after she was seated and said goodnight.

He watched her drive slowly out if the parking lot and after she was out of his sight, he looked at his phone with her number still on the screen and said..

“Thank you God”.

His only dilemma was whether or not he should call her when he got home that same night….

After all, a brother didn’t want to appear desperate.. 😀

Part 6 soon come… I promise…

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About bak2moi

I am a woman trying to balance motherhood and womanhood, while pursuing her dreams. Hopefully I get to keep at least foot on the ground during the process.
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2 Responses to The Key….Part 5

  1. Linisa says:

    Aye yooooooooo, this story ya toooooooo sweet for so 🙂 …. *eats popcorn* I feel like I am watching Young & The Restless from back in the day or somethig lol lol lol

  2. Tam Brann says:

    It’s a mini movie, Linisa, fuh real. Tooooo…love it.

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