She chuckled. "And what if I'm a woman who can change yours too?"
"Who said you already haven't?" I asked without hesitation.
She bit back a smile, eyes twinkling.
I held out my hand; she placed hers in mine. I raised it to my lips and placed a soft kiss on top. "I'm looking forward to hearing from you, beautiful. Enjoy your night."
"You too," she replied softly.
I gently placed her hand back on the table stepping away and forcing myself to walk back toward the kitchen. But right before I disappeared through the swinging doors, I glanced back.
Gianna was still sitting there. Watching me. I looked up towards the ceiling. "Guide me in this, Dri. I think she may be something special."
Chapter6
Ilooked at Ronnie in the mirror as she ran the flatirons through her hair. We were both getting ready for our clients and decided to get ready together so we could talk. Life at the brothel had been a whirlwind. Ronnie and I were booked solid weeks in advance, so prioritizing spending time together was important for us both.
Ronnie was my sister. My diary. The wind underneath my wings. All that. She was my favorite person in this entire world and if we didn’t spend atleasta couple of hours together a day, we would both be whiny little bitches.
"So…I met someone." I paused. "I think."
Her motion stilled at once. Setting down the flat irons, she turned to me, brows raised. "Met someone, met someone like a potential client or—"
I shook my head. "No. Met someone in general." I let out a soft breath. "Or met again I should say. Remember the guy from the club?"
Ronnie squinted her eyes in thought. "We met a lot of niggas, sis." She shrugged. "Narrow it down."
"The one we met by the bathroom." I filled in. "Tatted. Curls. Tall."
Recognition shone in her eyes and she nodded. "Ohhh—okay." She gave an approving smile. "I mean he was fine as hell I'll say that."
"Right." I nodded in agreement.
"So where did you meet him again?" She crossed her arms.
"Simmer & Soul. I went to grab some dinner when you were busy, and he just so happened to be the owner. He sent over a dessert." I shrugged with a soft smile.
Ronnie's eyes narrowed at me, but she was silent. Processing. I could read her like a book though. She inhaled deeply and blew out air. She had something to say.
"Just say it, bitch." I rolled my eyes.
"We don't date, GG. For obvious reasons," she said. "You know how these niggas get when we tell them what we do."
I sighed. "Yeah, I know. I told him that."
"And what did he say?"
I couldn’t help the smile that grazed my lips. "Gave me his card. Said he wanted to take me out. He thinks he could be the man to change my life or whatever." I rolled my eyes again but there was no annoyance with it. It's not like I haven't heard it before, but when he said—I don't know…I kinda liked it.
Ronnie, however, snorted rolling her eyes as well. "Change your life? Girl, please." She chuckled dryly picking up her flat irons. "It's like these niggas reading from the same playbook."
I couldn’t argue with that. I know all too well how men would try to sell a dream. I picked up my feather comb and began to rake it carefully through the heatless curls in my hair. "He was sweet though," I continued softly. "Kinda sad actually. He's a widower. Wife died from cancer and left him with a baby."
"I mean…that's tragic as fuck," Ronnie replied. "And I do feel for him, but that's all the more reason why you don't need that extra ass complication in your life. The man is probably still grievingandhe has a kid." She shook her head. "Nah. Hell, you gon' fuck around and slide into a ready-made family and be living in the shoes of his ghost of a wife."
I chuckled softly, still combing through my curls. “See…that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you at first,” I said.
Ronnie snorted. “Because you knew I was gonna say some real shit?”
