I turned when a low whistle sounded behind me.
“I told you women with them short, Nia Long, Halle Berry in the nineties haircuts would have your ass sprung.” Kelvin laughed, shaking his head at me.
A smile eased across my face. “I’d be worried too if I didn’t know she was just as sprung over me.” It didn’t matter that she tried to deny it, Destiny McDonald was going to be mine and she wanted it as much as I did. That, I was sure about.
Chapter Nine
Destiny
“Maybe I’m just horny. You know it has been a few months since I had any action. Maybe—”
“Maybe that’s why you’re all goo-goo eyed over Tyler Townsend? Pssh! Don’t fool yourself, girl. You. Are. Sprung.”
I frowned as I stared into the screen of my phone, looking on at Resha. I’d stayed late at work, taking meetings with clients, one of which was the wife of a teammate of Tyler’s. It seems my lectures hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, as Janie, the wife of the one of the Cougar’s offensive linemen, had come in with her budget in hand, asking how to best invest for their future.
“Nobody’s sprung,” I retorted, rolling my eyes and sitting back against my leather desk chair. I looked up and waved at one of owners of another small business in the office passed by. “Like I said, I’m probably just horny. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a satisfactory orgasm that wasn’t by my own hand or a battery operated device,” I mumbled.
“Well, nothing like a young stallion of a professional football player to get that engine revved up.”
I pulled my head back, making a face into the screen. “Girl, what?” I shrieked.
Resha rolled her eyes. “Sorry. I met a damn race car driver,” she mumbled.
“And now you’re suggesting that I get my engine revved up? Hmph. I’m not the only one who needs to get their boots knocked.”
“You know I’m ce—”
“Celibate? Yeah, I’m aware.” I waved my free hand, dismissing her.
“I’m serious, D. This is what I need to do to spiritually cleanse myself of all of the toxic men I’ve dated in the past.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you say so. Listen …” I paused, biting the inside of my cheek, debating whether or not I even wanted to bring this topic up. But Resha was my sounding board whenever I felt like I might be making a dumb move. It’s why I’d confided in her about Tyler and why I’d need her input for the next conversation I was about to bring up. “Remember when I told you I got a funny feeling about the financial advisor Leonard Riggs was bragging about?”
Resha’s honey-colored eyes moved skyward, trying to recall. “Riggs, that’s the asshole kicker, right?”
I giggled. “Cornerback.”
“Whatever.” Resha wasn’t a sports fan by any stretch.
“Doesn’t matter. You remember, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“The other week when I went to dinner with the team, I stopped him outside of the restaurant to ask about this advisor. The one that’s supposedly doubling his investment within a matter of weeks.”
“Sounds like a scam to me.”
“Exactly.You know that and I know that, but someone like Leonard who, though cocky as all hell and great with a football in his hands, wouldn’t know that. And—”
“And there’s a sucker born every minute,” Resha interjected.
“Right, which means if Riggs is being ripped off, he’s probably not alone. So, I asked him for his advisor’s name. Unfortunately, since he has this stick up his ass where I’m concerned, he wouldn’t give me a name. But he was more than happy … hell, giddy even, to tell me the name of his agent who’d referred him to the advisor. Guess who it is.”
“I don’t do guessing games, Destiny.”
I huffed and threw my hand in the air. “Whatever. It’s Darryl.”
Resha stiffened, lips poking out in a confused manner as her head tilted to the side. “I’m sorry, I thought you just said Darryl, and the only Darryl I know is a two-timing son of a bi—”
