"Let me talk to my girl. It's not just me."
"Order one thirteen?" A bag was pushed across the counter which she turned and grabbed. He peeped her tattoo again. Asao’s curiosity kicked in and he made a mental note to ask her about it. Instead of addressing him once more, her body brushed against his as she passed him. He watched until she reached her girl and Niles stepped up beside him.
"You on the prowl?" Niles questioned.
"She's more than that," Asao mumbled, more to himself than in response to his boy’s statement.
Niles chuckled as they watched her lean down and stroke her friend's hair. After she whispered something to her girl, the woman lazily lifted her head and turned to look their way. The drunk smile that surfaced gave him her answer. She approved.
"You just sniffed her pussy and you’re making that claim already?" Asao could feel his eyes on him but he didn't turn to face Niles.
"Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." He motioned toward where Dom was now standing among a group of women who obviously recognized him from the way they were grinning lustfully and hanging on his every word. Either that or he’d made a point of telling them who he was. He would never single Asao out, which he appreciated, but that was likely why the women’s attention hadn't moved to him.
"You're sexy. Much better up close." When Niles and Asao reached the women, that was the first thing out of her friend'smouth. "Mari said you offered us a ride?"Mari!Ol’ girl grinned hard, trying to keep her hooded eyes open. "We saw you tonight. And him. There was one more too." She motioned toward Niles whose face tensed a little more, like he wasn't already wearing the expression of someone nobody wanted to fuck with. "I told Mari she should be offering you a ride." A lazy giggle poured through her lips and Mari sucked in an annoyed breath.
"Ree, would you shut the hell up? You know what, this is a bad idea…" Niles laughed again, cutting her off, then offering Asao a nod before extending a fist toward him.
"Be easy. You got your hands full with these two."
Mari's face went rigid as she watched him walk away. Right after, she was speaking to Asao. "She's drunk and speaking crazy. I think I'm going to go with my original plan, but thank?—"
"No! He offered and you accepted. Look how sexy he is." The friend paused and tried to whisper while her eyes moved from the top of his head to the floor where he stood. "He's so damn sexy, Mari." Just like that, the decision was made and she moved on, addressing him. "Let’s go. Take me home so I can screw my husband and you can screw?—"
"Sheree!" Mari shrieked before her eyes shot over to him and her face fell. He was too amused to care and simply shrugged it off, offering her what little solace he could.
"She's good. It's not shit I haven't heard before. Come on."
"Seeeeee…." her girl dragged out.
This was about to get interesting, but if it meant keeping her in his personal space, he was down. Never in his life had he checked for a woman so quickly that he was willing to do just about anything to keep her around. It was necessary for him to figure out who she was and why he had this pull to express insight about who he was. He didn't know what the hell this thing happening could be but he had to take in more of it...ofher… Maybe it was just the liquor, but right now, he was feeling a little needy behind a stranger.
6
Her head was swimming.Part of it was the alcohol but the most intoxicating side effect was due to him. He kept watching her but not really saying much. It was oddly weird and comforting at the same time. She sensed that she was being studied in some abstract way.
She wasn't sure if that was his thing or if it was directly correlated to being alone with her. The interaction had taken place since she’d eased back into the passenger seat of his Jeep after delivering Sheree to her husband. A husband who appeared to relax the minute he pulled his wife into his arms.
The two of them were adorable. Sheree pulled away from him, then hugged Samari one last time before kicking her shoes off and creeping into her home, mumbling something about kissing her baby. That left Cantor to tell Samari good night, but not before she delivered her concerns.
Once she spoke her piece, questioned him about cheating, and shared his wife's meltdown at the club, his face fell. The man was visibly upset, assuring Samari that he loved Sheree more than anything. He wasn't cheating.I would never hurt her that way, ever.His words were felt in her core. She believed him.
There was a confession about things being off lately, with no real clarification why, but a promise that it would be settled and there would be balance in their relationship again. Samari believed that as well.
Cantor had pulled her into an embrace befitting his wife's one and only trusted friend, kissed her cheek, and thanked her for being so good to the woman he loved. Her heart was lighter after she left him but now…
"You make me nervous. I don't know why but I feel like I'm being judged." Her words were soft and his eyes roamed her face once more before that deep, exhaustion-filled voice danced around her.
"Judged?" A sexy smile pulled at the left side of his face. "Nah, I'm not judging. Just trying to figure you out."
"How? You're not talking. Just staring at me, it feels weird."Intense.
"I would rather you talk." His voice was even lower than before. She liked how it made her feel things.
"About?" Those hooded eyes of his dropped briefly. When they lifted, she followed them to her hand.
"Tell me about that tattoo." The way his fingers moved across her skin created a warm flow of energy that started with her hand but slowly moved through her body. Again,weird. It tookher a minute to regain her senses. Did he know? Her mind flashed back to the memory of her first and last video. It was sensual, damn near erotic. Samari alone in a bed covered with only a white satin sheet. The camera focused on different parts of her body seductively. Her tattoos were a huge part of the mystique. People recognized them more than they did her face.
Absentmindedly, her hand moved to her neck. The way the motion pulled his eyes with it felt erotic. All she did was move.
