“Not me! That’s why I didn’t!” He laughed when I stuck my tongue out, his face completely softening. I thought I was the shit until he whooped me four to one in a foosball tournament.
“I kinda wanna hit you in your fuckin’ face right now,” I huffed and he jumped back. “Nigga, I’m not about to hit you!”
“I just watched you shank somebody! I ain’t takin’ no chances,” he exclaimed while falling onto a nearby couch. I rolled my eyes as I sat next to him, making sure I didn’t accidentally flash my coochie in the short ass skirt that I had on. If I showed him the goods, I needed it to be completely on purpose.
“So dramatic,” I huffed sarcastically while rolling my eyes. “What time is this over? I ain’t seen not one draft pick!” I glanced up at the nearest TV. By that point they were playing replays, but I had missed the whole thing playing with Chase.
“Hell, me either!” He shrugged carelessly, not even bothering to look at the screen.
“I know why I wasn’t paying attention, but why wereyouat a draft party and not even watching the damn draft? You don’t even party.”
“I only came because I heard you and Jocelyn say you would be here.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked, brows touching my hairline.
“Because I wanted to see you outside of work.” His tongue slid across his lower lip, then he bit down into it. I almost fanned myself. I wasn’t drunk, but I had downed several French 75s, and the buzz was going straight to my pocketbook. I had been attempting not to notice how the smooth fabric of his simple black t-shirt hugged his muscles with every move, and how I could see his dick print just casually peering up at me from his jeans, but the intense eye contact and the lips were impossible to ignore.
I was already horny enough to fuck a bicycle seat, and Chase had one more time to lick his lips before I made his face the seat in question. When his knee brushed against mine and my entire body pulsed, I knew it was time to pull the plug on this thing.
“I… think I need to go,” I said softly, faking a yawn. “I’m getting tired.” He smirked like he could see right through my guise.
“Bet, let me go to the restroom real quick and we can call it a night,” he chuckled and walked off, leaving me in panic mode.
Call it a night?! Is this nigga trying to leave with me?
Girl, just fuck him! Clearly he’s throwin’ the dick at you! Just open your legs and catch it like a touchdown pass!
I can’t fuck him! He’s my gottdamn client!
So, getting paid to get dicked down? Sounds like a win to me!
The whole time I stood there warring with my inner thoughts, I was trying to call Jocelyn so maybe we could slip out undetected before he came back. By the time he made it back to me, I realized I had a whole different problem.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned, instantly picking up on my distress.
“I’ve called Joce six times, and she isn't answering her phone. I can’t leave without her.” We didn’t play that—if we came together, we left together, and I was mad at myself that I didn’t go searching for her sooner.
“Okay, calm down,” he said softly. “I’ll help you find her. Lemme text Niko and see if he ever made it. She's probably with him.”
“Oh, so you noticed too?” I asked.
“Kinda hard not to,” he answered, giving me a look that lingered too long before pulling his phone out.
“Oh my God! It's gonna take you eight business days to get that text out on your rotary phone! We'llneverfind her!”
“You want my help or not, John Coffey?” he asked with a raised brow as he continued using his huge fingers to punch the tiny buttons over and over again. I rolled my eyes and balled my lips up so tight to refrain from telling him that I hoped he choked on a shoulder pad. We stood there for a moment before he got a notification.
“Damn. Nik is home, alone. He said he hasn't seen her. Maybe we should try upstairs?”
“Okay.” I pursed my lips and let him lead the way. The hosts specifically told us to keep the party downstairs, so her being upstairs didn’t make too much sense to me. Yet, still I followed his long-legged ass, running for my life as he took the stairs two at a time. By the time we reached the top I was winded like we were in the middle of a heavy workout.
“Damn Amaya, you good?” He looked down at me with a chuckle as I bent over, hands on my knees, chest heaving as I tried to catch my damn breath.
“You got me running up these damn stairs like we're doing bleacher drills! My legs are short, and I’m tired! Boy, fuck you!” He gave me a minute to catch my breath before we split up, each going down a different corridor.
I cursed every time I opened a door, to reveal nothing as I moved through the house with precision and speed. I was just atthe point of admitting defeat when I noticed the sound of footsteps somewhere behind me. I started to call out but told myself that I was not going out like a white girl in a horror movie, so I just picked up the pace so I could hightail it out of there.
That didn’t work.
