Page 27 of Solomon’s Temple

“No, heffa. Even though I want them to be. I'm trying to get him to lose his religion in this pussy.” I laughed.

“Damn, Jezebel! That man needs to run away from you if he knows what's good for him.”

“I honestly think he knows what he's getting himself into with me and don't care. We’ll see how strong he is by nightfall.”

“Temp, stop tempting that man. You keep it up, and I'm going to tell Ma Lu on you.”

“You and your sister are some snitches. Bye, Phire. He's downstairs, and I don't want to keep him waiting.”

“Bye, heathen. I hope he converts your hot ass.”

“The only thing he's going to convert is my pu—” She hung up on me. I laughed as I fluffed my curls in the mirror, grabbed my purse, phone, and keys, then put my shoes on and headed back down the stairs.

“Okay, I'm ready,” I told him. He stood from the couch and walked over to me.

“You look stunning.”

“In this?”

“I’m realizing that you make anything look good.”

I blushed slightly as we headed out. I locked up, then we headed to his car. He lifted his hand with the key fob in it toward me.

I smiled widely. “You're letting me drive?”

“Normally, I wouldn't, but since you want one, it's only right that you test drive one to see how you like it.”

I hit a subtle hip roll in excitement as he chuckled and opened the door for me. I slid inside, rubbing on the steering wheel and the center console. Solomon climbed inside, and I started the engine, listening to the quiet hum of the perfect engine.

“Let's see what kind of ears you have,” I said, turning on the radio. When I heard Pastor Mike Jr. come on, I laughed and shook my head.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, smiling at me.

“One of my sisters called you Pastor Mike Jr., and how ironic that you're listening to him.”

“I'm going to have to meet these sisters of yours. Seems like y’all talk about me a lot.”

“Oh, please,” I said dismissively, then looked at him. “We do, though.” We laughed, then I picked up his phone. “But let's change the tempo. Only for today.”

“I don't mind, but nothing too vulgar.”

“I got you. Trust me.”

“A’ight. I trust you.”

I smiled and put on Anita's “Sweet Love.”

He nodded. “I can do Anita.”

“See. We’re on good vibes and good energy today. I got you, bookie.” I winked and pulled away from my house.

We arrived in Milan, Michigan, an hour later, and I pulled into the racetrack parking lot. I could see a smile spread across his face when he saw where we were, and I knew I had chosen the right place for our date.

When we were in Ohio, he told me that he loved watching NASCAR. This wasn't NASCAR, but it was close.

He came around to my side and opened the door, took my hand, and pulled me flush against him. His hard chest and strong arms around me almost made my knees weak.

He looked at me with those bedroom eyes, as if I were the best thing that ever happened in his life. A hint of a smirk rested on his face, and I knew that whatever this was that was happening between us, it would end with me acquiescing to his proposal.