No Ordinary Love by Kenya Wright Page A

tell me about your apology to the Dragon or shall I digress more on Lolitas?”
    “My vote is for digressing on the creepy school girls. Have you ever dated one?”
    “No, as you like to point out, I'm pretty hooked on my tall stick figures. Wait a minute.” He stopped and frowned. “What did you do with the Dragon?”
    “What? Nothing.”
    “I’ve asked you to tell me about your date all morning and you avoided answering me. What happened?”
    “We ate. It was cordial and everything.”
    “You did something. What happened?”
    Every time Zo said the word “dragon,” I cringed inside. There was something that freaked me out about it. It should’ve made me laugh to hear the name, but I’d seen Kenji in anger-mode. There was nothing funny about that at all. Dragon had been fitting.
    That being said, I decided to let it all out, right in the middle of the district. The goal was to tell Zo about last night in a public place so he wouldn’t freak out and get anxious. Harujuku station would probably be the best place to do it.
    “Okay. This is what happened.” I unloaded it all, every single detail. Too bad my plan didn’t work. After I told him everything, his face tinted to red and his eyes popped open.
    “Y OUR UNDERWEAR? ” Zo yelled.
    “Really? You're just going to yell it out like that?” With unease, I looked around at the few people who had paused from talking to stare at the giant white man screaming at me about my undies.
    “Your underwear?” he asked again.
    “Would you keep your voice down?”
    “You gave the Dragon your panties and then you kissed him? You don’t even know him. He’s a psycho. You kissed him … and gave him your underwear?”
    “Yes.”
    “How many times?”
    “I only had one pair of panties, you know?”
    “Not funny. How many times did you kiss him?”
    I combed my fingers through my hair. “Enough.”
    “Please say you’re playing about the panties.”
    “Nope.”
    “Jesus. I've seen you do some stupid things and open your legs to the wrong men, but this takes the cake.”
    “First of all, do I judge who you sleep with?”
    “As you've pointed out, the majority of women I sleep with can barely lift their bony hands to harm me. Meanwhile,” Zo leaned his body down to me and whispered, “you're sleeping with someone that kills people for fun.”
    I shook my head. “Firs of all, you keep ruining that damn line from Scarface . It's ‘I kill a communist for fun,’ dickhead.”
    “No, it's not. I've seen Scarface more than you.”
    “You wish.”
    “Fuck the movie.” Sighing, he raked his fingers through his blond Mohawk. “That's not the damn point. This guy is dangerous. Why must you deal with these type of guys?”
    “I don't have a type.”
    “Yes, you do. Any guy that's dangerous”—he leaned in closer—“your panties get wet. I think if you met up with a terrorist leader you might drop to your knees and start sucking him off right there.”
    I pointed at him. “I freaking dated you. That ruins your theory.”
    “I don't even call those few weeks dating. It was a dirty old man messing with a sad little eighteen-year-old. And at the time, for you, I was dangerous. Gossip had already spread all through New York's fashion week of how I'd been in and out of every new and upcoming model that walked the runway. For you, I was dangerous enough in regards to breaking your heart.”
    “You didn't.”
    “Of course not.” He looked away. “It might be sad to say, but I did fall in love with you, but it wasn't enough. What we have now is perfect. I get all the benefits of an emotional connection with a fabulous woman without the nagging and annoyance with me sticking my dick in every hole I can find. However, we're not on me.”
    I sniffed the sweetness traveling in the air around me and turned to see where it was coming from. “I smell chocolate. Is there a candy store or something around here? We have to get some of that.”
    He grabbed my shoulders