“Is it working on you?” He unknowingly did the eye thing again.
“No,” Tyler denied. “I just told you that you look cockeyed and that shit ain’t cute. Anyway, are you here with Rah?”
“Yea.”
“Oh sweet. Are you getting signed or something? I’ve been hearing rumors about him starting a label.”
“Maybe. If you let me call you, I'll tell you.”
“You think you’re so slick. Didn’t I tell you to delete my number and videos?”
“How you gone tell me to delete your number and you still have mine?”
“I deleted it. Now give me your phone.”
“Nah, you might try to look at my dick pics.”
“I-I wouldn’t,” she stuttered, caught off guard.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Logic shifted the conversation. Talking about his dick would have them both in a fucked-up situation.
“It’s cool. If you’ve been to one industry party, you’ve been to them all.” Tyler shrugged. “What about you, are you enjoying yourself? I'm surprised you're not talking to some of these lil video hoes.”
“It’s straight.” He shrugged. “And these hoes can’t do anything for me.”
“Why is that?”
“Because” Logic stared into her eyes, “I want you.”
“You know that’s never going to happen, right?” Tyler said above a whisper. “And the way you keep trying to push up on me is out of hand, and you have zero respect for my relationship. It’s givin’ problematic.”
“I don’t give a fuck about what you and that nigga got going on.” He stepped forward, closing the space between them. “I want you, and if I was that nigga I’d hide your pretty ass.”
“How would you feel if the roles were reversed, and someone was pressing your girl like this?” Tyler countered, inhaling his intoxicating cologne. “What would you do if another man was always telling your woman how pretty she was?” She licked her lips, forcing his eyes to follow her tongue as it glided across her glossy lips. “What if he told you that he could take her from you if he wanted to?”
“Honestly…” Logic rubbed his jawline, not backing down from her glassy stare down. “I’d probably beat his ass, but we already established that your nigga can’t fight, so I’m not worried.” Logic shrugged. “Then again, if you were mine, a nigga wouldn’t be able to be this close to you.”
“You're so cocky it’s sickening,” she teased. “And like I said, Dex has nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t give you the time of day if you were the last man on earth.”
“Is that right?” Logic grinned, running his tongue across his teeth. “You’ve already given me fifteen minutes and I’m pretty sure you like it here.”
“And how do you figure that?”
“Because your nipples are hard as fuck.”
“They’re pierced, they’re always hard.”
“Let me see.” He massaged his jawline, staring into her eyes.
“I should go.” Tyler stepped around him but paused when Logic placed his hand on her exposed stomach. Glancing down at his warm touch, Tyler swallowed the lump in her throat before forcing her eyes to meet his.
“That lame ass nigga not fucking you right, is he?” Logic whispered against her ear. “It’s aight, you can tell me, baby girl.”
Tyler’s heart started to thump a little louder. His warm breath tickling her ear was a turn on and it somehow reactivated the Molly in her system. Instead of moving out of his grasp, Tyler leaned in.
“You don’t even gotta tell me, baby girl. I can tell by the way you walk that nigga not hitting it right.”
“Y-you can’t talk to me like that,” she uttered.
