“You got a Bishop to admit she wants you, and you’re not jumping at the opportunity to have her right now? You have some strong willpower.” He chuckles.

“I’ve been chasing her for a year, and after being told it was a mistake, I’m a little hesitant.”

“So you’re playing hard to get?” He chuckles.

I nod. “Something like that.”

The next day, she’s bubbly and full of smiles, which makes me think she has something up her sleeve.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” I greet and quickly plant a kiss on her lips when no one’s looking.

“Morning. You have plans after work?” she asks softly.

“Hmm…” I brush my fingers over the stubble on my jawline. “Stripper joint, beers, and hookers.”

Maize groans, crossing her arms with an unamused expression. “That sounds like a productive Tuesday night.”

“I mean, unless you have something else in mind? I’d cancel for you.” I flash her a wink, and her cheeks tint red.

“Well, since you didn’t call me last night to say you were taking me back, I do. Way better than a guys’ night out. And if you wanna join me, be ready by eight.”

I chuckle at her annoyance. “Alright. Where should I meet you?”

She licks her lips, then smirks. “I’ll pick you up.”

By the time the workday is over, I’m a giddy, anxious fool. I have no idea what Maize has planned, but I can’t wait to find out.

I drive home and shower. Without knowing how I should dress, I play it safe by wearing jeans, boots, and a dress shirt. At eight, a knock sounds on the door, and when I open it, Maize nearly takes my breath away. Her hair is in two braids with loose strands around her face, showing off her new blond highlights. She’s wearing cutoffs with a Texas tank top that leaves nothing to my imagination.

“I feel a bit overdressed,” I tease, scanning down her body again. I’m not used to seeing her like this, but I’m not complaining.

“As long as you’re comfortable, that’s all that matters.” She smiles in return. “I hope you’re ready.”

“I don’t think I have a choice.” I chuckle, closing the gap between us and kissing her cheek. “You’re so pretty. I love your hair.”

Maize flips one of her braids and blushes. “You do? Thank you. Elle and I got our hair done over the weekend.”

I hold a piece between my fingers and imagine how it’d look spread across my bedsheets.

“You better take me somewhere quick before I come up with another idea.”

She snorts, shaking her head. “Is this all it’s gonna take for you to give me another chance?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll both see.” I wink, then close and lock the door behind me.