“Um, for obvious reasons.” His blank stare only intensified. “Come on. What I’ve done with you and Harlem pretty much takes me out of the running to be anybody’s girlfriend.” “That’s supposed to make you not girlfriend worthy?” “Yeah. A lot of men will have nothing to do with me on that level now.” “Good. Less niggas I got to push out the way.” His statement had my cheeks turning red and the seat of my panties wet. He was flirting with me, and it was subtle and direct at the same time. This man was different, but I liked it.
Alright now I like Houston's energy here.
