I throw Blood a deadly glare.
“Holy shit, brother.” Smoke leans in. “Since when have you ever been shy around a woman?”
“Shy?” I defend. “What the fuck? I’m not shy.”
“Yeah, you should see him.” Blood elbows me. “She walks past him, and he ignores her, then he checks out her ass in the rearview.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy; I don’t do that.”
“She’s does the same fuckin’ thing to you.”
“She does?”
“See, I told you.” Blood points at me. You got it bad; you just won’t admit it.”
“Ohhh, Chantel ain’t gonna like that,” Bolt adds his unwanted two cents.
“What the hell does Chantel have to do with anything?” Now they’re starting to piss me off.
“Shit, brother.” Smoke lights up a cig. “I don’t get involved in the stripper drama, but even I and everybody else in the place know she’s got the wet panties for you.”
“Nice.” I shake my head. “Real nice. My own prez is giving me shit.”
“Hell, yeah,” Ricky pops up. “Just last week, I had a talk with her. I had to tell her to look at all the guys when she dances and not just you. The customers were starting to complain.”
“That is straight-up bullshit.” I wave my hand in his direction. “Chantel and I got together once, and that was it.”
“Maybe for you, but not for her.” Smoke smiles. “Hey, don’t fight it, go for it. I understand she likes it kinky and rough. Your two favorite words.”
“Gotta admit,” Bolt adds. “She’s got one bangin’ body.”
“Then why don’t you hit it?”
“Ahhhh, no, she’s too crazy for me. I like my women sweet, but you gotta admit, she sure ain’t afraid to show it off.”
“Maybe that’s what I don’t like. I don’t need a woman strutting around with everything hanging out for all to see. I like someone more like?—”
“More like Martina?” Blood interjects with a shit-eating smirk.
I take a swipe at him, and he ducks, laughing his fool head off.
I slap my hand on the table. “I thought this church meeting was about business, not about who I wanna stick my dick in.”
“So, you admit it.” Smoke points his cig at me. “You wanna stick your dick in Martina.” He grins, and my fists twitch at my side.
“I never said that.”
“Didn’t have to, brother. Your face says it all.”
“If we wanna get technical.” Manny uses his accountant voice. “Diesel never said who he actually wants to stick his dick in.”
They all break up laughing with more stupid shit talk, so I push away from the table. “Are we done here?”
“Done talking about business.” Smoke grins. “But we can keep talking about you and your painful dick until I slam down the gavel.”
I twist my lips and wait until Smoke picks up the gavel and slams it down.
“Meeting adjourned.” He laughs around the words, and my fists tighten.
