Honey Brown

Chapter 6

KENDRA

I was pissed at myself for allowing Racheal to ruin my night. We weren't even together anymore, and she still had a way of bringing everything down. She didn't even want anything when she called, she just started bringing up old shit that wasn't even relevant anymore. I knew I couldn't go back into Tanya's party and talk to Liv again, not with the mood I was in. I could have been a little nicer, but I needed to get out of there and clear my head.

I was glad she gave me a slice of cake, though. It was the best piece of pineapple upside down cake I had ever tasted. I instantly regretted not staying to have more.

Maybe I could ask Tanya about her, figure out what she likes. Help me figure out how to make it up to Liv, I thought to myself as I entered the grocery store. When I woke up this morning, I realized I was out of sugar.

I turned down the baking aisle, and stopped short as I laid eyes on that unbelievable ass once again. Play it cool this time, I told myself as I approached her. "Let me help you with that," I said as I grabbed the box of Jell-O she was reaching for. Once again, I was graced with that smile as she turned to look at me.

"Hey Kenny, it's nice to see you again," she said as I dropped the box in her basket. "Thanks for that. Being vertically challenged sucks sometimes," she grinned at me.

I couldn't help but chuckle, "You're welcome. Lime Jell-O?" I asked.

"Oh, I was going to make key lime cupcakes," she answered.

"By the way, that cake was the best I've ever had. Thanks for saving some for me," I said.

"You're welcome. You said it was your favorite, and I figured you might need some after your phone call. Is everything okay? You left rather quickly last night," she looked concerned.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It was my ex. We broke up not too long ago."

Why did I just tell her that?

"I'm sorry," she said with a look of sympathy. "Then let's change the subject. Are you busy after this? I'll have more than enough cupcakes to go around," she smiled and her eyes sparkled.

"I have to take care of a few more things after this, but I'll be free later," I fibbed. I just needed time to get my mind right before spending more time with her.

"Great! Let's exchange numbers then," she insisted as she pulled out her phone. Once that was done, she said, "Call or text me when you're finished, and I'll give you my address."

"Sounds good, I'll text you later," I said as I walked off towards the checkout aisles.

"I look forward to it," she said as she watched me walk away. Damn, that worked out perfectly. As I drove home, I silently cursed myself. Now I have to kill time. I should have just left with her. When did I become such a chicken shit? I laughed to myself.

The extra time did give me an opportunity to make myself more presentable before seeing her, since I was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. When I got back to my house, I headed straight for the closet. The last two times we encountered each other, I was way underdressed.

I decided on a deep purple, long sleeved polo, khaki's, and a pair of Jordan's. I showered, and put on Obsession for Him by Calvin Klein. I twisted my locs back and checked myself in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty good. I checked the time, it had been about an hour and a half since I last saw her. I sent her a text:

Hey Liv, it's Kenny. I'm just about ready to stop by. She responded a few minutes later.

Great, they're almost ready. Come by whenever.

Should I bring anything?

Just your sweet tooth 😊

She had no idea the innuendo laced in her response. She messaged me her address shortly thereafter. I waited another ten minutes, then decided I had waited long enough. I jumped in my car and drove to her side of town.

She lived in a middle class, suburban neighborhood. When I pulled up outside of her house, I couldn't help but smile, it suited her well. It was a red brick, cottage style house. I made my way to the porch, and rang the doorbell.

About a minute later, she opened the door, and my heart skipped a beat. She had changed into a white wrap blouse, bringing attention to her small waist, a pair of jeans that seemed to be painted on, and her feet were bare. She had the cutest toes, painted a sky blue.

"Hey, come in!" she said, "I just finished icing the cupcakes. They're in the kitchen." I stepped inside, and was accosted by the smell of sugar.

"It smells delicious in here," I complimented her, as I followed her into the kitchen.

"Thanks. I hope you like them," she said modestly as she moved the cupcakes from the counter to the island. They were in white and green striped muffin cups, with white icing, topped off with shavings of lime peel. She plated them, and I couldn't help the grin that crossed my face. I took my first bite, and fell in love, "Mmmm," I moaned. I hadn't even noticed my eyes were closed.

I opened them to find her smiling at me, "I'm glad you like them. I like to gauge the reaction of others first," she said as she took a bite. "Would you like something to drink?" she offered.

"Water is fine, thanks," I replied. I watched as she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. She reached in a cabinet for a glass, and there was that ass again.

Shit. I don't know if I can stay here for too long. This is going to be absolute torture. She brought me the glass of water, "Let's go in the living room," she suggested, while picking up the cupcakes.

As soon as we sat on the couch, I asked her, "So, why did you decide to open up a cake shop?"