Sins of a Siren by Curtis L. Alcutt

got me. I used that as a line to get your attention.”
    She took a sip of her water, folded her hands on the table and looked in his ebony eyes. “Well, it didn’t work…but your cute dimples did.”
    His smile expanded. “That’s good to hear! I was hoping I wouldn’t have to take off my jacket and flex for you.”
    â€œDon’t assume…I might just ask you to do that.” The waitress arrived with her meal. Walter stood aside as Trenda’s food was served. She sprinkled hot sauce on her omelet. “Did you already eat, Dimples?”
    â€œYes. I was getting ready to leave until I saw you.”
    She chewed a small bit of her omelet. “Am I holding you up or are you gonna sit down and keep me company?”
    He beamed. “You must be a mind reader.” He walked over to his table, got his paper and briefcase, returned and sat across from her. “So, what brings you to Oakland, Mya?”
    â€œI needed a change from the D.C. lifestyle so I hopped a train and here I am.”
    â€œAre you always that spontaneous?”
    She sipped her orange juice and licked her lips. “When it comes to most things, I am…why do you ask?”
    He sat back, laced his fingers and placed them in his lap. “I asked because I’m in a spontaneous mood.”
    She read a twinkle of devilment in his eyes. “You gotta be more specific, Dimples…what is it you want?”
    He checked his watch and grinned. “I had a meeting to attend this morning but I’ve decided I’m not going. I’d rather take you for a ride and work on our relationship.”
    She cocked her head. “
Relationship?
I heard you brothas in Cali were different but
damn
! You movin’
waaaay
too fast for me.”
    He laughed. “I don’t believe in beating around the bush—I like the direct approach.”
    She watched him laugh as she added jelly to her toast. “I’m serious…what do you think my boyfriend would say if he heard you talkin’ like that?”
    He shook his head. “I know you don’t have a man…no way would he let you come way out here by yourself. You might have
had
a man, but I’ll bet my first born you are single.”
    â€œI see…what’s your first-born’s name?”
    â€œI have no idea. He/she hasn’t arrived yet.”
    â€œYou tryin’ to tell me, that a man your age, and as handsome as you are, has no kids?”
    He stroked his salt-and-pepper goatee. “Not all fifty-year-old men have kids, no matter what your favorite talk shows have you thinking.”
    Her jaw dropped. “
Fifty
! I was thinking that maybe you were in your late
thirties
!”
    â€œYou can thank my gym membership, no smoking, no drugs and my daily jog around Lake Merritt for that.”
    She finished her hash browns. “Okay, Dimples. So let’s say I agree to go with you. What would be on our agenda?”
    He hunched his shoulders. “I have no idea…we could start by getting in my car and driving. See where we end up.”
    Her pussy senses were tingling. Something about Dimple’s confidence made her clit wiggle. She pushed her half-eaten omeletaway from her. “Okay, Dimples. Let’s take a ride.” She stealthily eased her butterfly knife out of her bag and slipped it in her pocket.
He might be a little charmin’ but I’ll be damned if I let him get me somewhere way out and try and rape me.
    Trenda got her wallet and summoned the waitress. Once she arrived, Walter handed her a twenty. “Keep the change.”
    They exited the café and he walked her across the street. Among the many cars parked along the curb, she mentally tried to guess which one was his. She spotted a new-ish, silver, convertible BMW with a license frame that read: Secrease Funeral Homes. (510) 555-8888. He slowed his pace as they approached the car. “Let me put your bag in the