"Figured it out, huh?" He smirked, detecting her bullshit.
"Look, it happened, and I panicked. You got what you wanted, right?"
Swift shrugged because he already knew the truth. She triggered it purposely. He also knew that she was skating on thin ice if the fire department came out and charged her aunt with a false alarm.
"Say, I'll hit you later." He dragged his hand over his head, his fingers skating across his thick, jet-black, wavy hair that was in dire need of a haircut.
At the sight of him, Alexis's mouth easily watered from his thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that surrounded his chocolate orbs. His chiseled abs, toned arms, and even his thighs were like a work of art she couldn't get enough of. From the first time she saw him, she knew then she wanted to have all of his babies if he ever slipped up and didn't bring his own condoms. That's how she ended up on her knees. One thing Swift refused to do was sleep with her or anyone unprotected.
"Fine, Swift."
When he turned the doorknob, he peeked out, which irritated her even more.
"Move the fuck out the way," she muttered, shoving past him.
"Girl?" He frowned as she stomped away, not even looking back to see if the door had closed on him. Just when he was about to curse her out, there her cousin stood with a Cheshire grin on her face.
Swift's tongue glided across his lower lip at the sight of Tara's jean skirt that hugged her ass and hips, along with the t-shirt that cocooned her perfectly shaped double D breasts. Her dark skin, smooth and glistening, was her best feature, as if she'd bathed in the sun. His dick instantly jumped when she sashayed toward him.
"What's up, Tee?"
"Nothing, Swift." She lightly nudged his chest with her pointer finger as he flashed a dimpled smile. "When did you get here?"
"Not too long ago. Last-minute stop." He shrugged. "Just looking around to get something for Moms."
"Well, I can show you some flowers that just came in this morning. I know you probably haven't had a chance to do that, considering there are no flowers in that closet, huh?"
He caught the subtle dig but decided to remain silent despite Alexis's gasp.
"Let me see what we can come up with. You know that last bouquet your father had me make was fire. He even had me dye the roses in different shades of yellow. I threw in some baby breaths, too. Two women saw the arrangement when he came in to pick it up and placed a huge order for a bridal shower. You're trying to outdo him?"
"Naw, I can never outdo Pops. I don't want to either. That's his woman, and I'm still scouting out one for myself," he fibbed, being the tease that he was.
Swift dragged his thumb across his lower lip, his eyes fastening onto hers that batted. To give him a better view of what she felt was her best asset, she turned around to where her ass greeted him, slightly glancing over her shoulder.
He grinned and willed his dick, which involuntarily twitched to behave. If Tara kept up her antics, he might have both of them on their knees in that same closet, which was the main reason he wasn't interested in settling down. Most women wanted the fame, the money, and the notoriety that came with fucking with Swift, but not the lonely days when he was away on the road. He needed a woman who had her own shit and matched his hustle, not one who waited and whined.
If they weren't a boss in their own right, like his mother, London Brighton, then all they could do was feed him pussy. Until then, he'd continue to run the family business: Brighton Fleet Trucking Company. They picked up and dropped off loads of items from all across the country.
"Well, the woman you need might be in front of you," Tara cooed, sliding the tip of her nail inside her mouth, then closing her mouth around her finger.
Swift's response was a huge, dimpled grin.
"Not today, Tee."
It didn't help when Alexis slammed a huge box filled with ribbons and packing materials onto the floor, drawing both oftheir attention. Both were petty when Tara giggled at her young cousin, fuming as she stomped off.
"Show me what you have for me."
"So, the last time you placed an order, I think we went with…"
As Tara rambled, pointing at the array of flowers he could choose from, Swift smiled when he saw his latest victim hitting his line. She was older, too. Her name was Noemi. In fact, many older women flocked to him. His mother said it was because he was his father's twin, both standing at six-foot-five and two hundred seventy pounds, although very light on their feet. The only gene he'd inherited from his mother was her dimples, a trait the women loved.
"Swift?" Tara hiked one hand on her hip when she realized she didn't have his complete attention. "Were you even listening?"
"Huh?" He looked up and grinned. "Oh, yeah. You did your thing the last time. I trust you, but toss in her favorite colors, which are orange, yellow, and brown."
"I'll start with sunflowers!" She beamed, snapping her fingers.
