“You know I’m a chick that likes to have things.” She sat beside him and crossed her legs. When she did, her robe slid up, exposing her thick thigh. True tried to act like he wasn’t looking, but Rhonda knew he was. She planned it that way.

He wiped his hand over his thick lips and chuckled. “So I hear.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat up.

“Come on, Rhonda. Don’t act like because I ain’t in these streets no more my ear ain’t to ’em. Word is, you and your girls got Harlem on lean.”

Rhonda got up off the couch and folded her arms. “See, that’s why I hate the hood. Niggaz ain’t got nothing to do but gossip. Yeah, I fucked a few niggaz in the hood, but that ain’t no secret. Ain’t no shame in my game, True, you know that.”

“Be easy, ma. Ain’t no need to get all excited.” He leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankles. “I know how the hood can twist shit around, so I don’t put much stock in what I hear. I deal with people based on how they deal with me.”

She smirked. “And how do I deal with you, True?”

He pulled her down on the couch beside him and kissed her on the cheek. “In true G fashion.” True’s hands slid under Rhonda’s robe and cupped her ass. When he ran them around to the front, he was pleased to find out that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Rhonda let him slip his finger inside her before pulling away.

“True,” she said, and slid off the couch, “there’ll be time for that later. I gotta go check on your food.”

“I knew something smelled good in this piece.” He rubbed his hands together. “What you got for a nigga?”

“It’s a surprise,” she said, and disappeared into the kitchen. Rhonda rattled a few pots and checked the contents of the oven. As she closed the oven door, she felt a pair of hands ran up her back. “Come on, True,” she said, and giggled.

When True turned her to face him, she saw the hunger in his eyes. “Be easy, ma. You know a nigga miss that. Set it out.” Without giving her a chance to protest, he grabbed her by the waist and sat her up on the counter.

Rhonda reached down and caressed his penis through his jeans. “True, we can’t do it in the kitchen.”