I chuckled. “You really didn’t have to do that. My photographic memory is sharp as hell, and I never forget the good shit.” I licked my lips slowly, making it known that I hadn’tforgotten our time on the dance floor. Every look. Every touch. Every moment still lived rent-free in my head.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she leaned back against the seat, her eyes trained on me.
“Are you cold?” I asked. “Hey, Trace, crank up the heat.”
“I got you,” he said from the passenger seat.
“Sorry, I guess standing outside still has me a little cold.”
“No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you’re good.”
“Thanks.” She smiled, but I could tell it was forced.
“I didn’t expect to see you out tonight.” I looked ahead as Antone finally pulled off. “I thought you would’ve been at home trying to catch up on rest after the tour.”
“Trust me, I wanted to, but my boyfriend begged me to come out, and?—”
Bingo.She walked right into it. I didn’t expect it to be that easy.
Her eyes narrowed as the realization hit. “You tricked me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just making small talk.”
“Small talk my ass,” she shot back.
And a pretty ass it is.
Clearing my throat, I got back to the questions I needed answers to. “So, he was the reason you were standing outside?”
“Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk about it?”
“Yeah, but I do.”
“Why?” She asked, lifting her shoulders.
“Because I’m trying to decide if I’m about to break a niggas jaw tonight.”
She burst into laughter, which was a pleasant surprise.
“Wow, so you’re really ready to hurt someone on my behalf?”
I gave her a nod. “Without a doubt. Just tell me where I can find him. I’ll even send you a video once I’m done.”
She dropped her head back, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Don’t even mention video. That’s how I got into this mess in the first place.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. That little dance I did for you at the nightclub caused me way more of a headache than I’d planned.”
“Really?” I tilted my head. “So, are you trying to say that this is my fault?”
“Maybe.” She turned to face me. “You had one job. All you had to do was sit in the chair and enjoy a good lap dance. You didn’t have to make facial expressions like you wanted to fuck the shit out of me.”
“But I do want to fuck the shit out of you,” I blurted.
Her mouth dropped, and I could tell she wasn’t expecting me to be so blunt. But it was the truth.
“Shade—”
