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Kofi let out an easy grin, looking directly at Aminah. “On mute till you guys pulled up.”
Aminah tilted her head, her wavy tresses falling further down her shoulder. She stepped forward, gently gripping his chin. “So, you missed the sound of my voice?”
Kofi smirked. “The sound of your voice, the sight of your face...” His eyes dropped to her lips. Aminah rolled her eyes, pushing his face away as Kofi laughed. I cleared my throat. I loved them both but the sexual tension was getting stuck in my throat. Secondhand sexual tension has a kind of tangy aftertaste.
Kofi glanced back at me, his smile more affable, less besotted. “Nah, seriously, been waiting for you. Can’t start my set without my girls—”
I quirked a brow and smiled. “What youmeanis, you can’t start your set without asking me if you can play more than one Blaq Kofi original tonight. Right?”
The deal was that FreakyFridayz would be a collaboration betweenBrown Sugarand the Blackwell Society. I was in charge of sorting the music and events, and Blackwell was on logistics.
Kofi grinned. “Sis. This is the one. I mean it. You’ll love it. Have I ever let you down?”
I reached up to squeeze his cheek. “That time you tried to set me up with your finance bro cousin who said ‘Females like you’ in conversation—”
Kofi rose his hands up in surrender. “That was my bad. Vincent drives an Audi and is always in Dubai and you’re kind of fancy to me, so I just thought—”
I smiled. “Kofi, I’m playing, you know I love your stuff.” And I did; it was spacy and electronic but still somehow soulful, still somehow euphoric. “But if we play it now it’s not gonna get the attention it deserves. People are waved and they’re just going to hear something that isn’t the new Burna and be pissed. The atmosphere has to be right. Letme play it on my show next week, get people familiar, and then you can play it at the next FreakyFridayz—”
“My G.” Kofi gave me a goofy grin, put his hands together, and bowed before me. He turned to Aminah. “Your girl is a genius.”
Aminah smirked. “Obviously. I only keep company with greatness.”
Kofi bopped closer to Aminah and she shot him a sly smile as he said, “Is that a compliment?”
“It’s a challenge.”
Just like she’d written, Kofi swiftly, gently, reached out for her arm. “Come, queen, let me treat you to a beverage before my set. I tell you my five-year plan, you tell me yours and I’ll see where I can fit in.”
I grinned as Aminah threw me a knowing look while Kofi led her to the bar, her arm looped through his. This was my cue to resume my post as Chief Tone Regulator of FreakyFridayz.
