The Best Kind of Date
It had been almost a week since Phee proposed to me, and I was still on a high from the surprise.
I couldn’t believe that I was one step closer to being Mrs. Preston!
The thought of finally being married to the woman who’d stolen my heart all those months ago was enough to have me in a good mood.
That and the fact that before Phee left for work, she slid me her card and told me to go pamper myself today.
I learned months ago not to argue with her when she wanted to do something for me, so I gladly accepted the card and set off for a day of relaxing, starting with a massage at a popular spa in the next town over.
After that, I treated myself to a quick brunch and then got my toes and nails done before heading back to make the appointment she’d scheduled for me at her sister’s salon.
Since it wasn't too far from the bakery, I parked my car there and walked a street over to where it was located.
And that brings us back to the present, where I was waiting for my hair to finish blow-drying.
Since the temperature had been on the cooler, less humid side lately, I figured it would be a good time to get a silk press.
Usually, I wore my curls or braids religiously, but during this time of year, I loved being able to get my hair straightened and not worry about the humidity ruining it as soon as I stepped outside.
No, the humidity wasn’t totally gone, but I knew that I’d be able to get a good week out of this style before I had to get it redone.
“Alright, you’re good, Angel,” Raven tells me after turning off the dryer. “You can go sit in my chair, and we’ll get started straightening. You want to get a trim too?”
“Might as well,” I nod as I sit in the designated spot. She draped a cape over me and snapped it in the back. “It’s been a few months, so it’s well overdue.”
“Yeah, I see you have a bit of new growth, so I’ll take care of that,” she nods. “And while I’m doing that, you can tell me how this week has been for you. You must really like my bigheaded sister, because you’ve been smiling since you walked in.”
I blush, nodding slightly as I settle back into the seat. “Rae, you know I love your sister more than anything,” I chuckle. “I still can’t believe that she and I are getting married. I never thought I’d see the day. She really means so much to me.”
“Now, don’t start crying on me,” she teases.
I playfully roll my eyes. “I’m just kidding.
I love how happy you two are, and I know I say this all of the time, but thank you for loving my sister.
I’ve always wanted her to find her soulmate one day, and knowing that she did is… damn, now you gon make me cry!”
I chuckled as I swiped the tears that fell.
She dabbed at her own before smiling softly at me through the mirror.
Over the last few months, Raven and I had gotten closer, and it felt nice to have someone to kick it with outside of my cousin and her friends.
Rae and I had so much in common, and I loved the relationship that she and Phee had.
It was always so comforting and heartwarming to get to experience all of the witty banter and love those two shared.
They were the best of friends, and I loved that for them.
We continued to chat over the next hour or so as she did my hair.
She caught me up on her twins and how they were doing in school, and I shared some of the recipe ideas I had been playing with lately.
Of course, she volunteered to be a taste tester if ever I needed one.
When I told her that it was technically Phee’s job, she waved me off, saying that Phee didn’t count because she’d never tell me if anything was bad.
All I could do was laugh, because she might be right, but I didn’t mind.
“Speak of the devil,” Raven says when something outside catches her eye.
I turn my head slightly to follow her gaze and see a familiar F-150 pull into an empty spot right in front of the shop.
Within seconds, Phee exits the vehicle and grabs something from the back.
I quickly turn away from the window and focus back on the mirror.
Raven giggles as she puts the finishing touches before telling me that I was good to go.
The bell above the door dings right as I slide her a tip.
She thanks me and slides it into her pocket before removing the cape from around my neck.
“Just in time to see you finacé’s new hair, I see,” Raven says as she turns the chair around until I have a clear view of the love of my life. “How’d I do?”
I look up at Phoenix, and she has a beautiful smile on her face and a bouquet in her hands.
She reaches out to me, and I take her hand, allowing her to pull me up from the chair.
She slips her arm around my waist and pulls me in to place a soft kiss against my lips.
I moan softly as she deepens it, which garners cheers from the other ladies around us.
If we weren’t in the middle of this salon, I’d have her up against the wall.
“You look gorgeous, Sweets,” she says once we break apart. She hands me the bouquet, and I thank her before bringing it to my nose to lightly inhale the sweet scent. She softly rakes her fingers through my silky hair. “You did your big one, Rae.”
“Aht!” she says, popping Phee’s hand. “Get yo damn hands out her hair, Phee! Bouta mess it up already!”
She laughs, removing her hand before turning to face her sister. “You got any spots open for tomorrow?” she asks. Rae and I share a confused look.
“Why? You just got a retwist the other day.”
Phee smirks before turning her attention back to me.
I could see the desire dancing in her eyes as she cupped my cheek in her right hand.
She licked her lips, and my breath caught in my throat.
She was looking like she wanted to devour me, and I knew that it was only so long I could go before I was dragging her up out of here.
“Nah, it’s not for me,” she says, never taking her eyes off me. “I’m about to take this beautiful woman out on a date, and by the end of the night, I plan on having her thick thighs on my shoulders as we work up a sweat, if you know what I mean.”
“Phoenix!” I exclaim as the ladies continue to whoop and cheer. She just flashes me an innocent smile as my cheeks flush.
“Bitch, get yo nasty ass up out of my shop!” Raven fusses as she pops her upside the head, but not hard enough to hurt. Phee just laughs and takes my hand in hers. “I’m gon put a big ass sign on the door soon that says you aren’t welcome if you keep it up!”
“Whatever, as long as my baby can come back,” she says as she guides me towards the door. “Oh, and I’m serious about the appointment.”
“Out!” she laughs, waving us out the door.
I giggle as Phee escorts me to her truck.
She opens the passenger side and helps me in.
Before she can move, I grip her collar lightly, pulling her face down to mine.
She licks her lips as I stare up at her, admiring her beautiful, chocolate complexion and deep brown eyes that always remind me of home.
“You’re so obsessed with me, Sweets,” she teases, flashing me a smile that had me squeezing my legs together.
The few diamonds on her teeth gleamed, and I let out a groan.
“You keep staring at me like that, and ain’t gon be no damn date, but I know you wouldn’t care.
You’re probably thinking about how you want me on my back, huh? ”
I didn’t reply because she knew, like I knew, that that’s exactly what I wanted.
All I could think about as I sat there was how badly I wanted to see her on her back, tied up as I took my time pleasing every inch of her body.
Ever since we started diving a bit more into our sexual fantasies a few weeks ago, my need to take control and bring her pleasure has only heightened.
Hell, I didn’t even know I had a little dominant side until we got together.
She always made me feel so comfortable whenever it was time to take things further, and when I wasn’t too sure about something, she didn’t rush me.
She let me take my time and figure out what I liked.
Turns out I really liked pleasing her as much as she liked pleasing me.
She was open to anything I wanted to try, except penetration that wasn’t fingers or my tongue.
And just like she respected my boundaries, I respected hers.
“Not you zoning out on me,” Phee laughs, pulling me back to the present. She shakes her head before kissing me and stepping back to close the door.
When she’s buckled up in the driver’s seat, she puts the car in reverse and backs out of the spot.
I watched her as she drove back to the house we shared.
The day after she proposed, I officially moved in with her.
Even though I had practically already moved in, I loved the fact that it was finally real.
It felt right.
It felt perfect.
It was home.
“So…” she says, breaking the silence about ten minutes into the drive. She quickly glances at me before tuning back to the road. “How do you feel about clubs?”
“Clubs?” I ask, slightly confused. “You want to go to a club tonight?”
“Well, I want to take you out to dinner first, but after I thought it would be fun to go listen to music, get a few drinks, and chill for a bit at Rico’s new spot in br,” she says.
“I mean, I guess club is the wrong word to use. It’s more chill, but there is still a dance floor.
I haven’t been yet, of course, but I’ve been to one of Rico’s other places that had a similar vibe. It was cool.”
I didn’t know Rico Watson that well, but I’d met him a few times.
He was one of Maddox’s friends, and he was the owner of many clubs and lounges all over the West Coast and had a few in Southern Louisiana.
I’d gone to one a couple of years ago, and I enjoyed my time, so I wasn't opposed to visiting again.