“Thank you.”
“But that doesn’t have anything to do with this. When a man tells you to run up a tab, you run that bitch up. So that’s what we’re doing.”
Samari tried on clothes while Ju’rae became her hype woman. Between modeling and changing, Samari tracked Asao’s movements throughout the store. Customers stared but left him alone. However, the two sales associates who decided to lend themselves as his personal shoppers and stylists followed him like lost puppies, hopeful to gain his attention.
They laughed too hard, smiled more than necessary to find a size, and did not understand the meaning of personal space. She didn’t like it but refused to cause a scene over a man she had no claim to.
“You have to get that too. That orange against your skin is so pretty.” Ju’rae nodded when Samari stepped out of the dressing room wearing the last piece she’d selected for her. The dress was simple, mock neck, long sleeved, and stopped just below her knees.
The color along with the stretchy material that hugged her body was what made it look so good. Samari’s hand moved to her stomach briefly before she placed both at her sides and smoothed them over her hips, looking down at the burnt orange color that clung to her hips and thighs. She had to agree with how nice the color looked against her chocolate skin.
“It’s pretty.” Samari rocked on her heels before she glanced over her shoulder just in time to catch one of Asao’s little helpers damn near skipping to the counter with another round of items he’d selected.
Samari narrowed her eyes and discreetly did a search, trying to locate who had every woman in the store’s head in the clouds. She had to bite her lip to suppress the smile that worked its way to the surface when she found him, standing near the door with a phone to his ear. She turned back to Ju’rae when she realized he was watching her and anxiously moved her hands down her thighs.
“Yep, you’re definitely getting this one. You want me to pull more pieces?”
“No, I think I’ve done enough damage,” she joked, which had Ju’rae grinning.
“I mean, we haven’t even touched two of the racks.”
Samari shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m going to change.”
“Fine, I’ll take these to the counter but I’m going to add pieces from the new lingerie line that came in too.” Ju’rae began collecting everything Samari approved, and when she got a side glare from Samari, she smiled devilishly. “Stop looking at me like I’m crazy. That man said spend his money.”
While Samari changed, Asao finished the call with Raaj, allowing him to run down the details of how things had gone after Asao left the office. Cobra signed every document placed in front of him which meant all Cobra owned was a failing label with no artists or resources.
Once he was satisfied, Asao locked the device and headed to the counter to wait for Samari to see what kind of damage she had done. She literally could have purchased one of everything in the store and he wouldn’t have cared. Seeing her in that damn orange dress had him wanting to ask if it came in any other colors. She was sexy as hell and the way she’d watched him forthe past hour, trying to make sure he kept his hands to himself, had been comical.
One thing Asao refused to be was a disrespectful ass man. He was there with Samari, and although he gave her space to do her thing, he clocked her movements the entire time they were in the store. He didn’t miss how her eyes followed his movements nor each time she frowned in annoyance witnessing the attention he received. She didn’t have to worry about that because she was the only person at the moment who could get his time and attention.
Regardless of what it looked like, he kept his communication and actions respectful. Even when the offer to get his dick sucked in the dressing room was presented, he’d shut it down with a threat to fall back. Keelee, who he’d fucked a handful of times, quickly found something other than Asao to keep herself busy and Jen kept her interactions to asking about required sizes for items he selected.
When Ju’rae approached the counter with her arms full, he immediately searched for Samari and almost fucking laughed because she looked confident and completely at ease when she stepped out the dressing room and headed his way.
She thought he was flirting with the women who’d helped him so she’d spending his money as a proverbial fuck you.
Keelee grilled Samari when she stepped next to Asao and began lifting the items Ju’rae presented for purchase. “Should we have these sent over to Ms. Collins?”
Samari frowned, looking at Keelee then Asao. The anger that flashed across his face had her glancing at Keelee again who looked like she wanted to run and hide.
“Sent to who?” he questioned in a voice so icy Samari experienced the secondhand rage delivered to Keelee.
“Ms. Col…um, Tori.”
“You see who I’m with right?” he said smoothly.
“Yes,” she rushed out, with her eyes darting right to Samari.
“Then why the fuck would you ask me some dumb shit like that? And when have I ever had anything sent to anyone but myself?”
“Um…” Her eyes went to Samari.
“The fuck you looking at her for? She isn’t the one asking you questions.”
Keelee jumped at the bass in his voice before she responded. “You haven’t but Tori has. She has an account set up here with your card and…”
“I don’t even know how the fuck that happened but take my shit off her account, and again, you see who I’m with. Asking me about another woman because I wouldn’t let you suck my dick in the dressing room is gonna get you fucked up. Ring my shit up…” You know what, in fact, get the fuck from around me. Ay, can you do this?”
