Ree: Because it’s necessary and don't act like you don't want to make beautiful music with that man.
Samari:
Ree: Stop rolling your damn eyes. You know you want him to have you sing in soprano.
Samari: I'm an alto.
Her voice was a low rasp,deep and sultry.
Ree: Hoe, I know what your voice sounds like, which is why I said singing in soprano. He'll hit that thang just right and have them octaves high pitched.
Samari:
Ree: Roll your eyes again and I'm pulling up.
Samari: Okay, okay. I'm done but I'm not trying to have sex with him.
Ree: Girl…
Samari: Can I get to know him first before you pimp my coochie out?
Ree:
Samari: Staaawwwpppp
Ree: Okay fine. Get to know him before I put your coochie up for auction, but let’s be clear, it is going up for auction. It's been too long and I'm not trying to have a ten year old while you have a ten month old.
Samari sputtered a laugh, rolling her eyes in real life.
Samari: So my womb is up for auction too, I see?
Ree: I'm working with limited options here.
Ree: And if nothing else, maybe he can help with your fuck ass label.
She hadn't told Ree about the offer he’d made about helping with Cobra and she wouldn't until she felt Asao really could.
Samari: Maybe, but I'm leaving now. I'll text you later. Kiss my baby for me.
Ree: Okay I just checked to make sure your location is still shared. It is and you better text me first thing in the morning unless he's still fucking with your vocals.
Samari:
She locked her phone and raked her fingers through her hair, checking her appearance in the mirror one last time. Samari was dressed casually in jeans, Kamren Taylor sneakers, and a matching tee. Not trying too hard but still cute while being sexy.
Asao lived only twenty minutes from her. But by the time she picked up the order she’d placed at Carver’s and made it to his house, it was almost ten. He greeted her at the door dressed insweats and no shirt, smelling like a perfect blend of bergamot and orange ,which leapt from his body and smacked her in the face, almost making her reconsider being at his place.
Don't sleep with him, Samari.
Wait, who said he wanted that?
Him, the way he’s devouring me with his eyes.
"Come in," he murmured, stepping out of the way. She paused, taking him in once more.
"You sure? You look like you're ready for bed and not company."
"Or I'm ready for bedwithmy company." He winked and stepped away from the door, returning as he yanked a tee over his chest. She hated that she’d mentioned his attire because bare chested Asao had been a nice visual.
