While Mr. Hook drove, she texted her best friend Jared to let him know she would not make it after all. He responded he met his new baby daddy anyway and did not need a third wheel.

She smiled and texted him back.

U need a vajayjay bitch, but 👅 his 🍆 like a 🍭 for me 💦💦

Jared replied back with a selfie and some cute light-skinned man. He always knew how to pick them.

OK, don't hurt em then✌🏾

She put her phone back in her bag and sat quietly. It was a long way back to her home in Wildwood, on the outskirts of St. Louis County. He probably never been in those parts. Most people like him avoided areas like that unless they were going to rob someone. Matter of fact, why was she letting this strange man drive her to her house? Now he would know where she lived and could come back and burglarize her home and rape her.

"You know what? You can just call me a taxi at your shop, so you wouldn't have to drive all the way out to West County and come back into the city—"

"No, it's cool."

"Let me at least pay for the gas you're using driving out of your way."

"I said I got this," he responded. "Sorry, you're missing your big event. Your dress looks hella sexy, too bad your friend won't get to see you in it. Is he upset you won't make it?"

"She....my friend is a she," she lied. Jared very much a guy.

"Oh, my bad, I dig chicks on chicks."

She shook her head and laughed at him.

"So I can't have a friend that's a female, or I'm gay? What are you trying to say?"

He grinned and out popped those dimples.

"Naw, I was imagining for a minute, two hot females and you know..."

"Stop imagining it!" She laughed at him. Good thing she told him her friend was a girl. He wouldn't be thinking threesome if she had told him Jared was a guy.

He was imagining her and sex and that got her all hot and bothered. He was looking like hot sex on a platter, and she needed a tune-up and not just her car. There was no way she could entertain thoughts of her and this man.  His name was Hook, for heaven's sake. He drove a tow truck for a living. He lived in the hood. He was tatted up like some street thug. No way would she lower her standards for a man like him.

She graduated top of her class at Mary Institute and Country Day School, or MICDS as it was called. She modeled professionally for years, paying for four years of college at Mizzou where she earned a degree in Textile and Apparel Management. She then moved back to St. Louis when she got her first job at Macy's working as a Junior Buyer. She enrolled in graduate school at Webster University and earned her Master's Degree in Business Administration.

After years of working for others, she decided she wanted to do her own thing. Blogging about fashion and modeling her OOTD (outfit of the day) she got a large following. She set up a small shop in her house selling fashions online she and her sister designed and made. Pretty soon they were growing out of her basement and leased a location in Clayton. They were strictly an online designer boutique shop but they were getting requests to have an in-person store.

She was self-made. Even though both her parents were wealthy, she never asked them for a dime. She earned her own money and she made lots of it. Ever since she could remember she loved fashion and clothes. From playing with her dolls, dressing up in her mother's clothes or her and her sister making their own things and sewing them by hand, she had an eye for it.

What she loved even more than fashion was money.

She had lots of it, and this guy, Hook, did not look like he had enough to roll with her.  Probably was just scraping by. Probably sold drugs to stay ahead. That's what most of the people in the hood did. Or he spent all his money on baby mommas and babies he had.  And sexy as he was, he had to have women coming at him like crazy. He did not seem the type to pass up a quick lay with easy women.  Of course, they never used protection and nine months later he was someone's baby daddy.

"I'm worth more than that," she thought to herself. 

For now, she would just imagine what his big strong arms felt like around her and his six-pack abs glistening with sweat that she would lick off and...

"How long have you lived out here?" Hook asked, interrupting her wet dream, which had indeed made her moist. He had taken the exit off the highway and she had been lost in her thoughts for a while.

"Ummmm..."

"That long, huh?"

"Yeah, just about," she stated, not even knowing what to say to that.

"It's nice out here. I bet it's quiet and peaceful, no shooting and random cop cars all night. But damn, it's too many white people out here for me."

"There is but there are a lot of us as well."

"So, you're born and raised with a silver spoon in your mouth? I bet that's nice."

"First of all, this is not chit-chat time. I don't know you from the man off the street, which you are. I do not just tell my business like that," she said with attitude. "Unless you're going to tell me your real name."

He chuckled. "You got me."

They were quiet as he pulled into her long driveway. 

"Thanks for the lift. I'll call tomorrow afternoon and check on my baby."

"Your baby?"

"My Denali is my baby. That's my girl."

"Let me help you out." He got out of the truck and walked around the front then opened her door and reached out his hand to her.

She took his hand but then immediately snatched it away. There was a spark she had never felt before, with anyone in her life.  It scared the bejesus out of her but it also intrigued her. She struggled to get out of the truck in her dress, but finally, she made it and straightened out her dress. He chuckled at her.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing just...a brother can't help you out of their ride? You bougie broads-"

"So I'm a bougie broad because I can get out a damn truck by myself?"

"No, you a bougie broad because you live way out here with all these rich folks because you're scared of the Black man."

"Oh, whatever! Don't pretend you even know me like that. All you need to do is go take my baby and fix it for me and not let your thug brothas strip it down."

He laughed out loud at her and she had to smile. He had a nice laugh. Damn, he was sexy.  The only reason she was so upset was that there was something about him that was intriguing to her. He was no way on the level of any man she would ever date, but she was not interested in dating him.  She was interested in fucking him.

"You think that little of me after I help you out and everything?"

"No, actually...I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," She let out a sigh. "It's been a long night.I was supposed to be at this event with my friend throwing back drinks and relaxing and here I am with a complete stranger and have my baby at his mercy."

"Would you quit calling your ride your baby!  That's just...strange."

At this point she had nothing to lose. The man was at her home, and she was in dire need of company after her night was ruined. "Hey, would you like to have a drink with me?"

"Ummm—"

"It's the least I can do for you for driving out here." With keys in hand, she opened her door.

"But I have to drive all the way back and it's late and—"

"Oh, you can handle a little drink with me.  Come on in, I won't bite."

She disarmed her security system, kicked off her shoes, and walked down the hallway to her kitchen. She never worried about sudden company because her place was always immaculate. Her house was her haven and she loved it. Everything mostly cream from the living room furniture to the kitchen cabinets and walls and floors.

"Come on back here and let me know what you like. I have wine, champagne, vodka, rum..."

"So you have all the fixings."

"No, but I like to be prepared for whatever it is I may need." She pulled out her favorite bottle of chilled wine and grabbed two wine glasses.  "You should just try this. You will love it."

"I'm not really a wine person."

"Try this, you will be," she told him as she poured some in the glasses. "I didn't get to eat anything either, do you mind?"

"It's your house, do whatever it is you need to do."

She walked over to him and handed him the glass of wine. She was so close to him and her body was tingling all over. Damn hormones.  She was horny. She sipped some of her wine and smiled at him.

"What is that look for?" he asked, grinning back at her as he licked his thick lips

"Hungry?"

"Not really for food," he told her and sipped his wine.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it a lot."

"Are we talking about the wine?"

"And that too."

She chuckled and walked away from him. She opened her refrigerator and hoped the coolness would chill her down a bit. She was not much of a cook, but she had some leftovers in Tupperware that would do the trick. She grabbed some containers to microwave.

"I made a casserole early this week that should be still good. I don't have time, nor do I enjoy cooking."

She tossed the containers in the microwave and pressed two minutes. She looked over at him still watching her. She gulped down some wine and went to refill her glass. What the hell was she doing? Her panties were so wet she was sure he could hear them swishing.

A/N:  Well now! Ms. Angel has her panties all in a bunch for a stranger. Let's see where this goes.

XOXO
Kimberly