Cannon glanced behind her at the island. Her wine glass was empty once again, which meant that she chugged it before deciding to invade his personal space. He wasn’t complaining, though.
He chuckled. “What you wanna know, Nahla?”
She took a step forward. “Actually, it’s La. I wanna know if you meant it.”
The microwave beeped, but Cannon couldn’t bring himself to give a damn about that food. Not when Nahla Avery was so freely giving him exclusive access to her coconut scent and pretty eyes.
Nah. He was going to stand right there for as long as she was in his face.
“I did,” he said, eventually.
“But, why?”
“I’on know if I can answer that, for real. All I know fasho is that your smile has been makin’ my day, and I feel like I’d do just about anything to keep it on your face.”
She took another step toward him.
“I feel like that too. You’ve only smiled at me a handful of times since we’ve known each other, and I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what I did to elicit that response so that I can do it again,” she said.
His insides stirred at her words.
“Don’t say shit like that, Nahla.”
“Why?” Nahla tucked her lip between her teeth.
“And let go of your lip.”
She grinned. “Why?” She closed the small space between them and placed her hands on Cannon’s chest. His dick was starting to ache at that point.
“Aye. Back up.”
Nahla shook her head then lifted herself on her toes. “Can you kiss me?” she said in a low tone.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
His ringing phone being on the island gave him the perfect excuse to slip out of her grasp. Nahla was really trying him, and that was not what he needed to be on right now. He was still doing a job, and he was sure that the wine Nahla had consumed was doing the talking.
He grabbed his phone and answered it, not even bothering to look to see who was calling.
“Yo?”
“Did you show her the video? Is she okay?”
It was Capri.
Cannon sat on his barstool as his eyes found Nahla. She was taking his plate out of the microwave.
“Yeah. She took it better than I expected.”
“Are you sure? Let me talk to her.”
“Nah. You can talk to her tomorrow. It’s been a long day, Cap. You gotta give people a chance to rest,” Cannon said as he watched Nahla sashay toward him with his plate in her hands. She set the plate in front of him then laced her arms around his neck.
Cannon took a deep breath. Resisting Nahla was about to be a task, because she didn’t seem to be letting up.
He listened as Capri groaned. “I guess you’re right. I’ll call her in the morning.”
“You do that. Good night, Cap.” Cannon hung up the phone.
