Give it a Chance

Chapter 1

"Isha." said the fine bearded brother whose been hawking me down the past few weeks. We've made eye contact and done some sly flirting. But I wasn't gonna make the first move. I walked over to him putting a little sexy in my step.

"Wassup, what can I can do for you?"

I placed my hands down on the counter and leaned forward. I had the bar's crop top on tonight with some low rise, snug jeans. He was getting an eyeful of me. All 5'8 inches. The ball was in his court. He put his phone on the counter, face up, unlocked and told me; "Put your number in here. Please?" He added.

"That sounded more like a demand than a question." I gave him a sexy smirk.
"I'm not that easy, sir. I don't even know your name."

"Well, how could you? You always waltzing around here like you don't see a nigga. But I be catch you looking. My name's Quincy, mama." He smiled showing his pretty white teeth. It sent chills down my spine. His thick eyebrows are perfectly arched and his pecan colored skin is flawless. This lighting didn't do his eyes justice but I know they are beautiful too. He picked his phone back up.

"I didn't wanna be all... available. I have to have some allure."

"Oh trust me, you do. I know everyone around here, except you." The way he is keeping this eye contact is too much. His gaze hasn't left me since he sat down and I can't take it.

"Cash tells you whenever he hires new girls?" I desperately tried to change the topic.

"Cash doesn't hire anybody. The same girls have worked here for almost two years... How they treating you?"

"I thought I would feel like the odd man out but they made me feel right at home." I put my finger up to him to give me a second and go about checking on my other guests. I fulfill their orders and pick up my tips. There's two of us at the bar for the after work rush so things are easy, for now. I made his regular, a Manhattan, and walked it back over to him. He tasted it, rose his eyebrows a bit and smiled but tried to hide it.

"So, what brought you to Houston?" Damn, he got right to it. And this was the question I dreaded most of all. How do you tell someone that you are the new girl in town because you are running away from a crazy ex. Oh, well I guess how I just told y'all.

"It's a long story." I tell him.

"Those are usually the best ones."

"We don't have enough time." I laugh and play with one of my locs . I know I probably shouldn't be flirting but he is fine in every way you could imagine and I need an escape from the craziness in my head.

"Let's make enough." He paused and intensely locked eyes with me. "I'm interested in you, Isha. You got this vibe that I dig."

"We haven't spoken more than 20 words to each other. How you digging me?" I tease while playfully rolling my eyes.

"I can feel you, ma."

I looked at him with my eyebrows scrunched up. He's talking heavy.
"Feel me?"

He laughs. "I'm just very intuitive. I get it from my Father."

"Hmmm, so what you feeling 'bout me?." I put my hands on my slim hips. He raised an eyebrow at me and I thought I would melt right there.

"Well behind your pretty smile and bubbly nature, I can tell something is holding you back. I don't know what it is but it's gotta grip on you."

Well I'll be damned. He might know what he's talking about. Ain't no way.
"Is Cash trying to set me up?"

"Why do you think it's a setup?" He chuckles. Sexiest chuckle I have ever heard.

"I feel like men never say the right thing in real life. Y'all have a bad way of putting your foot in your mouth."