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dinner
without orgasms before we jump into bed.” I’m resolved to it, damn
it.
    “ You really don’t want a
wham, bam, do you? You actually want to date me. What the hell is wrong with
you? I’m wearing a sign that says, “Fuck me,” and all you keep on
doing is finding excuses.”
    I hear her getting pissed so I cut in.
“Evy, you know we’ll burn the sheets, but maybe I want to see if
there’s more to us than a quick fuck? Or are you just going to use
me for my dick, and then dump my white ass?”
    She grumbles, but finally answers, “I
really need to get over this white-boy fetish of mine.” Sighing,
she adds, “Fine. Yes, I would like more than a one-nighter, but
guys don’t usually want more than that with a, you know, fat chick.
A black fat chick.”
    I barely notice I’m grinding my teeth.
Men don’t know what they’re missing when they overlook women with a
little meat on their bones. “Baby, we’ll fuck, but there’ll be
nothing quick about it. But I warn you. Once I get you into bed,
you’ll have to fight me to get out. Your ass will be mine. Long
term, so get over it.”

Chapter Four
     
    I’m sitting in my car outside Evy’s
place, mustering the courage to go to her door, hand her a bouquet
of flowers, and pray I can get through this date without dropping a
load in my jeans.
    I curse myself for not being able
to…control myself.
    God, she’s so sweet and fun and
gorgeous… Listen to me blab, acting like a girl again. With a sigh,
I snag the bundle of roses I’d purchased from the passenger seat
and climb out, only about half ready to get this show on the
road.
    Evy’s home is nestled in Colton, an
above-middle-class housing community, which kinda surprises me,
considering she’s a cashier at Darcy’s. Hell, even if she happened
to be the manager, I still couldn’t imagine her swinging enough
cash to afford the huge house I’m walking up to. I hate to assume,
but go figure.
    It’s a nice sprawling ranch-styled
home with a big front yard, two-car garage, and a towering
entryway. I’m not poor, but fuck me if I ever thought Evy was this
well-off. ‘Cause I fucking didn’t. I should just turn around,
forget about her hot body and sweet smile. It appears she may be
totally outta my league.
    But damn, it’s that same sweet smile
of hers, and the heavy sway of her hips, that keeps pulling me
toward the door. So, I put one foot in front of the other, until
I’m rapping my knuckles against the painted steel. There’s a
doorbell right there, stupid. Fuck it, too late now.
    I don’t have to wait long; it’s just a
handful of seconds before the deadbolt is thrown, and the door
opens to reveal…someone that’s not Evy.
    No, definitely not Evy, but a big
fucking black guy who kinda resembles her…if she were a foot taller
and many fucking pounds heavier, in the
I-could-rip-your-head-off-with-my-bare-hands kind of
way.
    “ Yeah?” the giant asks,
more like barks.
    I’m dead. Get the death certificate
ready and just call the coroner. “I’m Danny, Daniel Carter. I’m
here to pick up Evy. For our date.”
    The guy grunts and takes a step back.
I guess he’s letting me in, so I keep my head high, chest out, and
face blank of fear while I stride past him and into what I presume
is her living room.
    “’ Vangeline! Your cracker
of the hour is here!”
    His deep voice thrums through me while
he yells to Evy, and I’m kinda getting the feeling this guy isn’t
exactly on the Oreo cookie train that she and I are on.
    Well, fuck him, I think to myself.
Very quietly. She’s leaving the house on my arm, and as long as
she’s happy, the rest of the world can suck it. Including this
badass looking mother fucker.
    The blinding smile she flashes me the
moment she turns the corner lets me know how happy she is to see
me. A few quick steps later and she's standing before me, big guy
watching us with his arms crossed, just glaring at me.
    He doesn’t bother me that much, since I