Hi there. Here’s part 2 of White Boy Todd… stay tuned for part 3 —-

I hated my Old Fashioned but I drank it anyway. I was more interested in my company than the libations. White Boy Todd and I continued to shoot the shit. We gossiped a little about our coworkers and talked shit about our managers. But the whole time, his phone buzzed constantly.

“You must be popular,” I said while smirking into my glass. He looked confused. I pointed to his phone.

“Oh. Haaaa. You got jokes,” he chuckled. He picked up his phone and unlocked it.

“I was actually doing the same thing as you were earlier.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Tinder?,” I asked.

White Boy Todd silently turned his phone around to show me the screen. I smiled and let out a soft laugh. “Oh I’m about to start swiping for you,” I said. He laughed and said, “go ahead.”

I swiped a couple of times and then I stopped suddenly.

“Actually, let me look at your matches.” I gave him a narrow eyed look to see his reaction. He gestured again for me to go ahead.

I went to his messages and to my surprise, every single one of his matches was a black woman. My jaw dropped. I smiled and stared at him in surprise.

“Oh you REALLY love brown, don’t you?”

White Boy Todd laughed loudly and shook his head in agreement. “I really do,” he said. “In fact, I always have.”

I stared into his eyes as he sipped his cognac. I glanced at his lips for a second. A little too thin for my taste but I’ve seen worse.

“Tell me what you like about black women,” I said. I figured there was no reason to beat around the bush. I wanted to know so I asked.

He seemed surprised by my straight forwardness but also excited to tell me how he feels. “Everything,” he said emphatically. I nodded my head to tell him to go on.

“Confidence. Grace. Beauty. All of that and more. You have it all. Everything a man could ever want.”

“Everything, huh?,” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “So do you think you deserve everything that black women have?”

He paused as he was bringing his glass back to his lips and a serious look came across his face.

“I don’t deserve a fucking thing that black women have to offer. In fact, I live to serve them in any and every way that I can.”

I can’t lie, this shocked me. I’ve never heard anyone say this. And all at once, I felt a fire rush through me because I knew he meant it. I was warming up from the inside out and I knew it wasn’t just from the whiskey.

“Serve? Tell me more,” I said.

White Boy Todd shrugged and looked away. “I don’t want you to think I’m weird. Plus we work together and…,” he trailed off.

I inched closer to him and put my leg slightly between his under the table. He looked into my eyes with his lips slightly parted. I matched his stare.

“I said, tell me more. Now.”

He sat up straight and smirked. “Yes, goddess.”