Cognac, Cake, and an AMBUSH?!!

She looked amazing. The red dress she chose was gorgeous against her skin tone and that blonde mane of hers was something else. From the first time I laid eyes on her, I wanted to run my hands through it  The minute she stepped through the door, her perfume started driving me crazy. I took her by the hand and surprisingly she didn't flinch. I had pegged as one of those chicks who was attractive and didn't just want an average nigga touching on her. Her hand felt good in mine. I wanted to show her around. She put her other hand on my arm and she followed. She had on expensive red open toed sandals. Pretty feet. She appeared taller. Her ass was amazing. I remained a gentleman "This is a beautiful home you have here, David." Her voice was sexy. It was a warmth, a sultruiness to it. But oh was it obvious she had been down south all her life. "Thank you. I'm sure its not nearly as nice as yours." I went to the stereo and put on some Avant I love this cat. Mellow. She brought over cake and champagne. I put the champagne on ice. There was so many things I wanted to ask her. I wanted to rub those pretty feet of hers and just listen to her. She could pour warm oil into my hands and tell me where it hurts. I'd want to make it better. "David. David? Hello?" Damn am I really here daydreaming? "Where's your restroom. I wanna wash my hands." I even dug the shape of her mouth. It was heart-shaped. "Down the corner on your left. I'll go ahead and set the table." I was proud of myself. It had been a while since I had cooked. I made Tilapia. Grilled with mango salsa. Fresh green salad with baked sweet potatoes. I had brought her a chocolate covered strawberry bouquet. Something told me that it had been a while since Ms. Courtney had been wined and dined. Shit I was all too happy to do it. I don't know guess it's been a while since I'd taken this much time and effort out for a woman. My career hadn't left me much time to do so. Maybe I hadn't forced the issue myself. "I love a man that cooks." I turned around and she was standing there barefoot with her locks loose around her face. "I hope you didn't mind. I had to get out of those heels for a second." "No not at all. What else can I get you to make you comfortable?" She pushed a lock behind her ear and smiled one of the sexiest smiles I'd ever seen. "Here you go...No I'm good. Hungry as hell though." She attempted to help me serve the plates but I shooed her back. "This is your birthday and you're a guest in my home." She bit her bottom lip and my heart did something funny. It sorta skipped a beat. My dick was hard now though. I fixed her plate with a hefty serving. She didn't look like she ate like a bird. I escorted her out to the patio. I have a nice table overlooking my pool. It was just right out. "This is awesome! I love Tilapia. How'd you learn to cook so well?" I wiped my mouth and looked at her. "My mother taught me how to cook. She's the best cook I know. I just learned from her. She didn't want me growing into a man that needed to depend on a woman for household stuff." She took a sip of champagne. "Yeah I wanna raise my son the same way. It's nothing wrong with a woman who takes care of her man though." Damn. The little things. I wanted to take her right then. I nodded and then I heard the Gap Band come on. She was yearning for somebody's love. She sat her fork down and threw her arms up. "Hey! This my song!!!" I smiled. This was a woman full of life. I turned it up for her. She smiled and I could feel my heart strings being tugged. She extended her hand to me. "Come on dance with me." I took her hand and she got up swaying those gorgeous hips of hers. She was so short standing next to me. Her skin was so soft. I don't know if its the champagne--we've gone through two bottles. "So how is that a man who can cook as well as you do. Has a career, nice home, no kids and you're single?" Here we go. "I know this sounds cliche but I just haven't found the right one yet." We both laughed. "Yeah David, that did sound cliche." I'm looking into this woman's eyes and I see two things. I see her. Truth. Light. And a slight darkness. They're piercing. I gotta look away. "Tell me why is it that a beautiful, young woman full of life, a career driven, bad shoe wearing, Gap Band lovin lady is still single?" A sad look came over her briefly. "I don't know. You put your trust in someone. Open yourself up completely, then you find out they're nothing like you thought." I watched her. She was going through something. I didn't wanna push. She cleared her throat. "Let's have some of this cake. My Mattie Mae makes the best German Chocolate cake ever!" I smiled. I had called and asked Mattie Mae what kind of cake Courtney liked. German chocolate cake is what she told me. Said I need to have some Hennessy with it. I went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle. "Cool points! I love German Chocolate cake with Cognac. It's a guilty indulgence." She pointed to her hips. "Courtney, those are fine." She blushed. I couldn't lie. This was some of the best German chocolate cake I'd ever tasted. "Mattie Mae is crazy about you." "I know it. I'm so lucky to have her. I know she worries about me alot." Let me go ahead and put these dishes in the dishwasher. I guess I am sort of a neat freak when it comes to my house. Things had to be put in its place. Cleanliness is next to Godliness. I could see her house from my kitchen window. There was about four or five dudes in black creeping up her driveway. She was a bit tipsy as was I. "Courtney, you expecting company?" She came into the kitchen. "Why would you say that?" She followed my eyes across the street to her house. "Fuck! It never ends." She then reached up under her dress. Attached to that beautiful thigh of hers was a holster. .25 automatic. That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. "David, I gotta go." She stood up on tiptoes to kiss me. I kissed her while I ran my fingers through her locks. She pulled back and bit and licked her lips. "Courtney, you not going over there without me." She looked at me. I knew she could probably handle herself. But I was a man. ALL man. There was no way she would be ambushed alone. "Babe, how many entry points into your home?" I just knew she would fight me on this one. She kissed me again. "Bae, we going through the front door. That's my shit." She cocked her gun and I fell in love. Who knew this would be what dating Piggy would entail. I had just wanted dinner and a lil conversation. I grabbed my .45 and my lady and I crept back across the street. "Hey David in case I forget, I had a really nice time." Her eyes twinkled underneath the Texas moon. I moved a lock of hair from her eye. "You got it lady. You know you got some serious explaining to do later." I heard her whisper, "If I die tonite...