“It’s going up,” he commented.
“It’s that mu’fucking intro and the girl moaning in the background on the hook. Calling your name and shit. That shit was genius. This one going number one.”
Day finally looked at Stassi.
She wanted to ask him if he’d lost his mind. She wanted to be mad. She wanted to demand he take her off the record, but all she could do was clench her thighs as her clit went crazy. She was so turned on. The audacity of this man. To direct her orgasm, then lace his song with her pleasure.
“I literally see it in my head every time the this joint play.”
She turned her head out the window because she couldn’t look at him. He was turning her into someone she had never imagined she’d be. A sexually fluid, empowered, unapologetic freak. She was wet for him. She was always wet for him. Just the mention of his name flooded her with desire.
When they arrived, they entered through separate doors. She was whisked away by the concierge, through the front, while Day was driven to the back. She didn’t know why but her vibe instantly changed. It was the sneaking that reminded her this was a business arrangement. She met him on the elevator, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, he spoke.
“We can order some food if you’re hungry,” he said.
“Not necessary,” she answered. Her tone was cold, and he picked up on it immediately. He glanced at her, only half focusing. His phone was apparently hard to compete with. They stepped off at the top floor and walked directly into the penthouse suite. It was opulent and plush, but it didn’t even matter. He may as well had taken her to a Motel 6 because she felt cheap.
“So where you want to do this? In the bedroom? On the couch? On the balcony?” She asked.
He looked up from his phone, frowning, then went back to his business and walked around her.
She rolled her eyes. “I ain’t got all day.”
“You ain’t got no job. You got as much time as I need,” Day replied without even turning her way.
She was taken aback by his comment, so much so that she turned around to head for the door.
“Words work, Stassi. Much better than tantrums and attitudes that I can’t decipher. Every minute I’m here with you is time I’m missing money, so it needs to be worthwhile,” he said.
Stassi scoffed.This nigga and his money. He’s so fucking arrogant.She began taking off her clothes with aggression. She snatched off her jean jacket. “Worthwhile,” she repeated, nodding. “You want me to make it worth your while?” She shouted, tossing the jacket on the floor. Her shirt was next and she threw it at his head.
“Yo, what the fuck is the problem?” Day asked, holding his hands out, palms up, perplexed.
“No problem. Just not wasting your money and your time,” she spat. Her jeans came next. Then her panties. Then her bra.
Day’s annoyance could not be hidden. His phone rang, and he turned like she wasn’t standing in front of him butt-ass naked. When he answered the call, her eyes watered.
“Yo, Ro, what up?” He asked.
Stassi sucked her teeth and snatched her pants off the floor. She had never been so fucking salty in her life.
She was jumping into her skin-tight denim before he could stop her.
“Yo, Ro, hold up for a minute,” Day said. He put his focus on her. “Fuck is the problem, Stassi?”
She didn’t even bother with her bra. She threw on her shirt. “Nothing wrong, I’m just leaving. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure I leave out the back door.”
“Stassi…”
She ignored him and stepped into the elevator.
“Man, Ro, let me hit you in a minute, dawg.”
By the time he ended the call, Stassi was disappearing behind the closing doors.
She logged into her banking app and reversed the wire.
The money was needed, but it just wasn’t worth being the girl a man didn’t even want to enter rooms with.
