Page 20 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“You too fine to be desperate.” I continued to size her with my eyes.

She turned up her nose, clearly offended. “I’m not desperate. I’m playing the game.”

“This shit is definitely a game. I ain’t ask for this.”

“I’m not here for the fiscal. I came to find out if you think we had chemistry during our interview.”

I smirked. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

I adjusted my watch, eyes still on her. “Thought I wasn’t your type. That’s what you said when I was working a nine-to-five.”

That memory came back quick.

My homeboy tried to line us up. I had just got off work, still in my uniform, ashy as fuck from carrying cases all day. I pulled up, spoke, kept it light. I wasn’t looking to hook up, but my homeboy kept pressing.

She was cool…. Just not checking for me.

I ain’t care.

But I found out later what it really was.

She only dealt with rich niggas.

That was enough for me.

I kept building, and I had women.

So now, seeing her standing here acting like something unfinished was there…

That part was funny.

She didn’t deny it. “Things changed. We changed.”

I shook my head. “Nah. I ain’t changed. And you ain’t either.”

Her smile shifted just a little. “Look at me. I’ve changed.”

I looked.

Took my time.

Came back to her face.

“What you want from me?”

She held the paper out. “What that say?”

I took it and skimmed it.

Clean answers. Everything she thought I wanted to hear, and nothing about her.

I folded it once and handed it back.

“I’ll call you.”

She smiled more slowly this time. “I was hoping I could be the one to see you tonight.”