“Not from Day,” Livi finally responded. “I’ll see you around, love.”
Stassi watched Livi walk out, and then she flopped back on the plush bed. An alert went off on her phone and she rolled over to check it.
Chase Banking Alerts?
The deposit into her account made her sit right back up in disbelief.
“How the hell did he even get my account info?”
It didn’t matter now. She was in and in deep. It was too late to turn back.
Late nights, early mornings were the story of Lauren’s life. She sipped the coffee while staring out of her office window while her client went off in her ear. There was always a panicked client; this one was a rep from the BET Awards that was panicking because the event was transitioning from in-person to virtual.
“A virtual event is easier to execute, actually. I have extensive experience in coordinating that. The most challenging part is making sure all the celebs show. If we organize a massive and unforgettable incentive program, they will take the time to show for their performances and their awards. The audience attends at home right from their screens,” Lauren explained.
The knock at her door spun her around and she smiled when she saw Nyair. He was casual in denim, a fitted white tee, and black Alexander McQueen boots. A pea coat completed his look.
She shook her head in disbelief. She didn’t even mean to. He was so attractive to her. She didn’t know if it was his obvious physique that just broke through everything he wore or the tattoos on his forearms that were an oxymoron for a man of God, but he was just magnetic. She held up a finger for him as she finished her call.
“I tell you what. You give me a list of names of the talent, and I’ll handle luring them there. I know a few people in the music industry that can flex a little muscle to make sure everyone is cooperative,” Lauren assured. She glanced at Nyair as he walked over to her bookshelf and picked upthe frame of her with DJ. It was his ass for her. Football Sunday was her favorite day of the week because the legs and behinds on those players made her think of being picked up and fucked. Her thoughts were so impure that she had to unbutton the top button of her blouse and fan herself.
Helllll, you’re going to helllll.
She listened to the person blab in her ear, and then she ended the call. “Okay, I’ll check in with you soon. Have a great day. Bye.” Then her focus was on the good pastor. Good Lord, why did he have to be a pastor?
“So sorry to keep you waiting. Work just don’t quit,” Lauren said.
“It does, when you do,” Nyair said, that half-smile, half lip bite he did was giving everything it was supposed to.
“Well, how can I when I’m squeezing in a whole banquet, sir?” Lauren asked.
“Touché,” he said, nodding and laughing. “Well, have you eaten? You got to do that, right? We can discuss more details over lunch.”
“I don’t think I need help with the details, but I’ll definitely take you up on the food. I don’t have a bunch of time, though,” she said.
“It doesn’t have to be fancy,” Nyair said. “I legit could just watch you eat a burger and fry in your Chanel.”
She laughed. “You don’t eat greasy-ass burgers when you wear Chanel. One ketchup stain and the whole suit is ruined.”
He laughed.
“God, a burger does sound good, though. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a burger? I stay on a diet.”
“For no good reason,” Nyair snickered. “Ain’t no diet necessary over there.”
Is he flirting with me?She thought. She didn’t know why she was shocked. Spending years in a marriage had made herforget that she had once been the catch. She was the girl with options. Now, she was the woman with this grown-ass man’s full attention on her, and it felt glorious.
He opened his passenger door, and she slid into the seat. When he climbed inside, his cologne drowned her. He smelled like a man. She couldn’t guess which scent he was wearing because it was different than the one he had worn a few days ago. She didn’t know which one was her favorite. One made her heart do pitter-patters; the other made her pussy react.
Why this man got to be a pastor? God, is this a joke? Are you torturing me?
“How are you? Like, how’s your spirit? You feel good today,” Ny asked as he pulled into traffic.
She paused. People just didn’t ask her that. Her spirit? She barely took the time to acknowledge her spirit, so the fact that he was interested in keeping tabs was extremely considerate.
“No one has ever asked me that.”
“So I need to ask it often is what you’re saying?” Nyair was all gentleman, but the edge was what added sex appeal.
