Page 17 of Crown: Phase 4

“A week?”

“Yes. You calling in and telling them niggas you need a few more days off.”

“That’s not how that works. You talkin’ about calling in multiple days with no real proof of an excuse.”

“That’s how it works when you fuckin’ with me. Make the call. If there’s a problem, I’ll pull up on Brad Cartwright myself and tell him.”

Without another word, Danger sprawled out on her couch, eyeing her with a look that told her to hurry the fuck up. He wasn’t about to explain himself any further. They both knew where they were headed and why. She was spending her days off with him at his place.

Stunned, Caresha couldn’t believe his ass had figured out who her boss was. More and more, she was discovering just how crazy Danger could be. But she didn’t bother asking him how he found that information out, nor did she put up a fight. Despite the cramps killing her, she made her way from the living room down the hallway and into her bedroom.

With a cute little smirk on her face, Caresha grabbed her pink gym bag from the closet and tossed in some medicine, clothes, shoes, and her personal hygiene products. Fuck it. She was calling in. Once she was packed, she changed out of her gown into a two-piece outfit and tennis shoes before meeting Danger back in the living room.

After locking up, they headed down the steps. Danger took Caresha’s bag and placed it in his saddlebag beside her box of panties before securing his helmet on her head.

“Ooh, not me getting to ride the bike now.” She joked, glancing at the Harley glistening beneath the streetlights as he helped her onto it. A chick like her wasn’t the least bit scared, though it was her first time riding one.

Danger chuckled as he climbed on in front of her and started the engine. “Told you, you play yo’ cards right, you get a lot of shit from me.”

Giggling, Caresha wrapped her arms around his waist, preparing herself for the ride. With the way Danger had her feeling, she’d go anywhere with him. She trusted him. More & More by Joe filled the air as they cruised through the city. Danger leaned into each turn, shifting his weight with the Harley as he guided them around corners and eased through traffic. All smiles, Caresha watched the city slide by, enjoying the way he handled the bike like it was an extension of him. But by the time they pulled up to his home, she was pouting, eager to take a few more Midol PMs and curl up in his bed against him. The lengthy ride had brought her cramps back.

“It smells so good in here.” She complimented, inhaling the mix of his cologne and the mahogany teakwood candles he had lit. Both scents mingled heavily in the air.

“Appreciate you. You want something?”

“Just water.” She replied, taking note of the mess in the living room.

Danger’s home was nice and smelled even better, but he was a junky muthafucka. Being a neat freak, Caresha caught it right away and discreetly rolled her eyes.

“Good. ’Cause I ain’t got shit but water and Gatorade.”

“Then why the hell you offer?” Caresha snickered, shaking her head. “Something wrong with you.”

After grabbing her a bottle of water, Danger guided her up the steps into his bedroom, where he started barking orders. “Take that shit off. Go put them panties on and lay down.”

“Not you bossing me around.” She shot back, but he just shrugged with a smirk as she went about her way.

Inside the restroom, while she was pulling out her tampon, he barged in completely naked. “Dee, what the hell? Give me a minute.” She froze, embarrassment flooding her face. Caresha was sure that if her skin weren’t so perfectly dark, her cheeks would be bright red.

“A nigga don’t care about that. Handle yo’ business. It’s all good.”

Without a care in the world, Danger moved past her and turned on the shower. As soon as the water warmed up, he climbed inside, lathering up the sponge and scrubbing himself.

Meanwhile, Caresha took a deep breath and resumed her routine, stepping into her panties. While doing so, she silently thanked God for her monthly cycle, thinking it would help her fight her urges and stick to her guns a little longer. Danger was fine as wine.

Little did she know that while she was handling her business, Danger was watching her intently through the shower glass, plotting until she stepped out. Once he finished washing up, he dried off, applied deodorant and lotion, slipped on his boxers, and met her back in the bedroom.

“How many women have you brought here?” Caresha asked, sitting at the edge of the bed and scrolling through the Netflix app.

“One,” Danger replied truthfully. “You.”

“Stop lying.”

“I don’t lie about shit. You and only you, ma. I promise you that.”

Caresha stared at him, and something in his eyes made her believe he was telling the truth.

“Who told you to put those pajamas back on? I said panties only.” Danger shifted the subject while applying a new bandage to his leg.