“What type is that?” Day asked.
“Privileged, I guess. Bougie even,” Stassi said.
“Nah, everybody in this shit is the same. We all hood wrapped in new money,” Day said.
“Ten-thousand-dollar handbags, red bottoms on every shoe, sounds about right,” she said.
“Don’t judge. Niggas ain’t never had nothing so they want everything when they finally get it. When you see the tip I gave you, I guarantee you’ll be up at Somerset buying yourself something shiny. Everybody come with they shit.”
“Everything I have goes into my business. I could care less about a label,” Stassi said.
“You a different kind of girl then, Ms. Lady. Tell me something. How a nigga impress a woman that don’t like pretty things?” Day asked.
“Show her something different,” Stassi answered.
Day narrowed the distance between them, tapping the edge of the stainless steel table with his finger until he was inches away.
“You on your hustle, Stassi. I respect it,” Day said. “But I’d be a lie if I told you I was gon’ play by your little rules.” He bit down on his bottom lip. Restraint. Thank God he was showing restraint.
Breathe, bitch,Stassi said to herself. Day didn’t have even a little ugly on him. He was fine as hell and he smelled so damn good. Like liquor and cologne.
“I want to take you out, get to know you and shit,” Day said.
D’Ussé. He had been drinking D’Ussé. He was so close she could smell it on his breath.
Don’t even think about taking backshots from this brown liquor dick tonight, bitch. Don’t do it. I bet it’s big… Aht, aht, be professional.
The internal struggle taking place in her mind was ridiculous.
“Day, I can’t,” she replied.
“You’re fired then,” he said as he closed the space and leaned into her neck, kissing there, leaving goosebumps and a wet spot behind.
She whimpered; it felt so good.
“Day...”
“Hmm,” he groaned as he sucked on her neck, kissing his way to her ear and then down her cheek until his tongue was in her mouth.
“We can’t do this,” she protested weakly. He lifted her onto the table, the steel kissed her bottom, freezing her as a chill shot up her spine and stiffened her nipples. Day slid her panties aside and Stassi grabbed his hand. Day paused long enough to speak.
“We stopping or going? Swear to God if you press play, I’ll eat this pussy to perfection but it’s your call. These your rules not mine. You want the dick or the opportunity.”
The dick.
Her inner ho was out of control. Her mind answered first but thank God she spoke a different answer.
“The opportunity,” Stassi whispered.
“Smart girl,” he scoffed, taking a step back and lifting his hands in surrender.
“Smarter than most.”
Stassi quickly hopped down from the table when she realized someone else had entered the room.
“What up, Lo?” Day greeted.
When Lauren Sky stepped out of the shadows, Stassi’s heartbeat quickened.
