“Aight. Just know, if this shit blows up in yo’ face—however that may happen—I wantfullcredit for being against it from the beginning.”
I shrugged. “Blame my guardian angel for being horny, drunk, and a lil’ intrigued.”
Knox shook his head. “Man, one day that muthafucka gon’ quit, then walk into heaven and stand before God like, ‘I tried everything, Lord. I did my best. That nigga just wouldn’t listen.’”
I smirked.“My other right-hand man never quits; he just drinks on the job now. Besides, if he survived my twenties, he’ll survive tonight with ease.” I winked then swaggered off before Knox could talk sense into me.
On cue, two of my men followed, clearing the hallway near the restrooms. Music still pounded through the walls, but everything felt quiet. By the time I caught up to ol’ girl, she was posted outside the bathroom.
We both knew what time it was.
Up close, her floral, light, perfume hit first. It was the type of scent bougie females wore when they wanted to smell rich on a budget, but on her, it was damn near intoxicating. She didn’t smell expensive; she smelledreal,and that was worse.
She stared at me for a moment. Then, with the slowest turn of her lips, she smirked, and I was able to get a really good look at her face.
Her wide and alert eyes were rimmed with thick lashes. There was curiosity there, sure, but right behind it was that look women get when they’re deciding between tasting trouble or dodging it before it could leave a scar. Her thick and glassy lip gloss was poppin’ under the club’s red lights, and her bottom lip was plump enough to bite. Her golden-brown skin looked so damn soft I wanted to touch it just to confirm it was real. Her cheeks were dusted with just enough highlight to catch a nigga’s attention, but not enough to distract from how fine she was naturally.
“You always stare at strangers that long?” she finally asked, one brow raised, bringing me back to the moment.
“O-Only the ones worth staring at,” I responded, slurring a little, but trying to sound smooth.
She hit me with a sideways look and stepped just a little closer.
“And what happens after the staring?” she teased, like she already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.
Damn, she’s bold.
And if I’m keeping it a buck, that shit turning me on.
I smirked and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth. Usually depends on how brave the other person is,” I replied.
Her eyes flicked down to my mouth before slowly lifting back to mine. When she smiled, I knew I was fucked. And not in anoh, shit, I made a mistakekind of way, but in anI need to be inside her before I lose my fucking mindkind of way.
“Good,” she murmured, closing the last bit of space between us.
Her breasts brushed against my chest as she leaned toward my ear, her lips grazing the edge of it when she spoke.
“Because I’m drunkandcurious enough to sin with you and ask God to forgive us in the same breath.”
A low chuckle left me as my hand settled against her waist. “And I’m reckless enough to help you earn something worth repenting for, then deal with the consequences when I sober up.”
I pulled her closer.
“But watch that curiosity, shawty. They say it killed the cat. Fucking with me might not kill the pussy, but it’ll damn sure ruin it for every nigga who comes after me. I’ll have that muthafucka purring and yo’ feelings fighting for their life. By sunrise, yo’ body gon’ be calling me a blessing while your conscience calls me a mistake.”
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes heavy and inviting.
“What’s yo’ name?” I asked, though focusing on anything besides her mouth and the body pressed against mine was becoming damn near impossible.
Instead of answering, she dragged one finger slowly down the center of my chest, letting her nail catch against my shirt.
“Do youreallycare?”
“Nah,” I lied without hesitation.
Truth was, I kinda did.
There was something about her that made me want more than the few minutes she was clearly offering, but I wasn’t about to admit that shit to myself, let alone her.
