“It’s okay.” She smiled. “I’m just not used to compliments.”
I longed to look at her. I felt a kinship I had never felt before, not with Lynetta, not with Wanda, or any of the women I had bedded at that point in my life. Those green eyes gleamed at me in a way I had never seen before. This was not a woman wanting to be f****d. This was a woman wanting to be loved, and I had the distinct feeling that she already felt a love for me. I knew in that moment that I felt something deeply different for her. “Where would you like to have lunch?” I asked, breaking the spell.
“Anywhere is fine,” she said. “Do you have a favorite place?”
“The wonderful thing about living in the city,” I responded, “is that I never have a lack of favorite places. There is a wonderful cafeteria around the corner here
