Damn, Naomi was making me fall hard for her ass.
After the game ended, I let the car service escort me back to the hotel. Room service was right on time with preparing dinner for Naomi and me. Half an hour later, I got a FaceTime from Naomi.
The smile on her face nearly did me in.
"Where are you?" she questioned.
"At the hotel," I answered. "I wasn't sure snatching you out of the parking lot would be cool."
She laughed and said, "Uhm, no, I'm glad you didn't. All the attention would've been weird."
"I figured."
"So, you came all the way to Atlanta just to watch me play? I'm surprised you didn't wait around for a hug."
Grinning, I went to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking downtown Atlanta and showed her the view.
"Anything look familiar?" I asked her.
Naomi's mouth dropped. "How?"
Chuckling, I said, "I'm resourceful when I need to be. I'm in the penthouse. Any chance we can have our first date tonight? I'm thinking something intimate. We don't have to leave the hotel."
I wondered if I'd ever get tired of seeing her face stain.
"She'll join you," PJ chimed in from the background, causing Naomi to smack her teeth.
"Only if you're a gentleman and walk me to your suite," she replied.
"Bet." She gave me her room number and told me to give her thirty minutes to get ready.
I spent twenty-five of those minutes pacing the carpeted floor of the suite, hoping tonight went well. I wanted Naomi in a way I couldn't bring myself to deny. I couldn't call what she had that drew me like a prized painting because there was too much shit about her that had me feeling her.
The other five minutes, I rode the elevator to the floor where Naomi's suite was. I tapped at the door and chuckled when it flew open.
"Tell ya boy he better quit blowin' my damn phone up," PJ requested.
"Zoo is a lil' touched, but he's harmless," I defended.
"Tuh!" PJ shook her head in protest, then was bumped out of the way by Naomi.
She barely had a word out of her mouth before I tugged her hands and brought her body to mine for a hug that lifted her Jordan-covered feet from the floor. She giggled and held onto my neck as if I'd drop her.
"Y'all gon' on," PJ shooed. She closed the door with us still standing there hugging.
"I can't believe you came," Naomi gushed.
I pecked her juicy lips a few times, not wanting to deepen the kiss because I was already on hard from holding her.
"I told you I wasn't missing ya game for nothing." I placed her back on her feet and admired the fit of her distressed jean shorts and plain white tee. Her long legs were smooth and sexy as fuck,sending my mind straight to the gutter. I had to pull myself together, though. Tonight wasn't about fucking the shit out of Naomi.
"As you can tell, I don't really do anything other than jeans and T-shirts," she commented as we walked toward the elevator.
"Who's complainin', baby? Not me. You're comfortable, and I like that shit. You pulled a nigga with a whole-ass grill in ya mouth." I chuckled. She did, too, and rolled her pretty eyes.
Yeah, she'd definitely pulled a nigga. Naomi had me wide open. At this point, I was going to do whatever I could to have her.
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