She would get over her little thing with the young boy...excuse her, young man. There was no other choice. What did she look like dating someone in hot and in their twenties when she was in her forties and fine?

What little Nikko did was boost up her confidence to step out into the dating world. She had been single for two years, it did not have to stay that way. But how was she going to step out into the dating world? Wait for a meet-cute like a sweet little romance? No, that only happened in movies. Dating apps were the thing of the day, so she spent some time finding the right app that would send her hot guys.

She built her page, added some fun facts about herself, loaded cute pictures, and began to look around a bit. Men in her age range. They had to at least be in her decade, since she was comfy in her mid-forties, no younger than forty and no older than fifty. It did not take long before she found a couple of possibilities.

For her first date, it was with a fine, fit, Black man who was forty-nine. He was gorgeous with a little salt and pepper thing going on in his thick beard while he wore his hair bald, either by choice or no choice but it looked good on him. The man dressed nicely and smelled good when he gave her a light hug. He was employed at a nice job at a bank in Clayton and everything seemed fine.

Till he dropped the bomb while they were out at Ruth Chris Steakhouse.

"I'm separated. We're going through it right now and our three kids are still young so we're trying to keep it together for them. It's rough on kids, you know, divorce, so I'm still living at home with them."

She almost spit out her Prosecco.

"I mean, I'm not in the same bed or anything. I have my own little set up in the basement."

Who was he fooling? What kind of setup was that? Who knew if he ever tip-toed back upstairs and fulfilled his husbandly duties every now and then? Maybe she slipped downstairs in between the sheets. What were the kids thinking? She could not imagine having a similar arrangement with Theo like that. Hell to the no!

Nope, hard pass on that one.

The next date she went on was with an older white man, fifty-one. So even though he was out of her range, he seemed decent. Nice looking, medium height and build, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He owned his business but did not tell her what it was till they were on their date at Kobe's Steakhouse at West Port Plaza.

"Family business, my brother and I buy and sell antique cars. We go to auction houses all over the world. Lots of money in this, so I guess you could say I'm rich."

She did not care. She tried to get into the show of watching them cook her food. Volcano onions, rolling egg rolls, rice with a heartbeat. Catching shrimp in her mouth. Why was he telling her about his money? And he went on and on about not only his money, and how he felt he was better than her because he had two college degrees.

"I went to Princeton for my undergraduate and Yale for my Master's. Really good schools you know. A lot of my customers are Alumni because that's where the money is to be made. I have to do a lot of shaking hands with some of the elite in the world."

Nope. He was going to be another Theo, a power-grabbing, money-hungry douchebag. Next!

On her third date, the guy seemed more level-headed. Just a downhome type of guy. Age forty-eight, worked as a mechanic in a retail building, so he was not rich. In fact, he had a second job selling insurance. He was divorced for about five years. She could relate to a guy like this.

"So how many kids do you have?"

"Two. Grown and out of the house." They decided to go to a simple dinner, nothing fancy, so Applebee's it was. People hated on Applebee's but the food was good enough for her. A riblet platter with fries, and sauce on the side. She did not like to get too messy, but she could do to town on Applebee's riblets.

"You want any more?" he asked between bites of his Buffalo wings.

"That ship has sailed." That was one thing she and Theo agreed on, no more kids after Dwight so she did what she had to do. "How about you? How many?"

"Well let's see. My first wife, we had two. Then my second wife had one, and then I adopted her daughter so I count her as well. My third wife-"

"Third wife!" she interrupted him. Now all the food in her stomach churned. What in the hell? And how many more?

"Yeah, my third wife, we knocked three more out of the park."

"Three! So you have...seven kids?"

"Naa. Then I stepped out on my second wife and had another baby, but I don't see that one at all, outside of child support coming out of my checks."

She blinked her eyes and hoped this was a dream.

"Then I have," he used his fingers to count. "Five grandkids, another on the way. Oh, but I'm not done. Hoping you will be the next wife and we have some more."

She stood up so fast from the booth it rocked the table. "Check please!"

She paid her half of the bill and was so glad she drove herself to that disaster of a date. What was up with these guys? So men her age came with a lot of baggage. She knew she was not perfect, a divorcee with a dead-end job but hell, she wasn't coming to the table with a five-piece luggage set.

No, she was not giving up on dating, but she had to regroup after those disasters.

It didn't help that Nikko was back at work and flirting with her every day. He would drop off the mail, smile, say how good she looked, make an innuendo about their sexual interlude, and leave her feeling hot and bothered.

Too damn fine.

She wanted to rub that man down with baby oil, and let him dance naked in front of her.

She wanted to go down on him again, take all his inches down her throat like a pro.

She wanted to sit on his face!

He seemed to be thinking about the same things.

"Love your hair like that," he greeted her on a Friday.

She had taken out her extensions and wore her short, blunt-cut bob style.

"Thank you." She absentmindedly smoothed her hair down as if it needed a touch-up. She smiled at him but pretended she was busy with her work.

He leaned over the counter a bit. "And I didn't even get to enjoy a taste."

What the hell was he going on about? She looked up at him and he licked his lips at her. She felt her nether regions percolate as his tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his bottom lip as if he left something tasty on it.

Then he turned and walked off.

He knew what he was doing. Damnit!

The rest of the day she was hot and bothered because of that man. And when she went home she remained hot and bothered, alone in that little apartment. All she could think about was their time together and all the things, the feels, the taste of him.

That little youngin' knew what he was doing. He knew it! He knew it! He knew it!

She needed an extra long, hot, steamy shower. After wrapping her hair, tying it in a scarf, and then placing a bonnet on it, she stepped into her shower tub with a detachable handheld showerhead. The hot water just made her hornier.

She touched herself remembering the ways that boy...no, she corrected herself, that man fucked her like he meant it. She wanted more of that. None of the guys she met on the dating app even compared. Why was she pleasuring herself when there was a strong, fine-ass, able-bodied man who wanted to?

She shaved and trimmed her hair down there. Maybe she would get it waxed...depending on what this young Thundercat liked. He wasn't complaining about too much hair down there before.

Then she covered her body in body butter, sprayed herself with the best body spray she owned, and dressed in something sexy. She changed three times before she decided.

"Oh well, I won't be dressed for long," she said to herself as she left to get into her car, made the trek to his downtown loft, parked, and made her way inside, thanks to him giving her his code to enter while he was sick.

At his door, she stood there, taking a breath. She could not believe she was going to do this. Then she knocked on his door.

When he swung it open, she struck a sexy pose and watched him in nothing but his gray sweatpants, no underpants because she could see his thang thanging.

She opened up her coat and held it wide open to reveal to him she only wore a tight, barely there sexy negligée.

"You still want a taste?"