"Hi," PJ replied. "I'm Penelope, and this is my sister, Naomi." We shook hands, but the mumbling behind us drew my attention.
"You good, Sin?" Dame was talking to the guy who'd followed us.
Sin. No fucking wonder.
He nodded. "Naomi Smith sounds nice," he drawled. He nodded everyone's way before strolling toward the door.
I turned around to find Dame and the chick chuckling while PJ stared with her mouth open.Smith? I thought. That wasn't my fucking last na-What?
My gaze flew back toward the entrance of the conference room, but he was already gone.
SIN
In deep conversation with Zeus and Brooklyn, I almost missed my damn wife coming into the building. As I rode the elevator back to the first floor, I licked my lips, wondering how that reckless mouth of hers tasted. If Naomi thought I was donetalking to her, she had another thing coming. I was going to wait right in this lobby for her fine ass.
I can't say I'd ever met a woman with a gold grill that actually looked attractive. Before she even mugged me, Naomi's beautiful face captured me. She was oddly familiar, which had me scrolling through Google, looking up 'Naomis'. She was here meeting Dame and Frost, which meant she was an athlete or an entertainer.
The grill was a complete contrast to her innocent looks. Her body, though... I loved me a tall ass woman. Only she wasn't so tall as she was shapely. Baby girl was Coke bottle made and downplayed that shit until it intrigued me.
Several Naomis came up in my search results but only one Naomi with that fucking gold bottom grill. Smirking, I clicked on the image of her in the CFU A&M uniform side by side with an image of her in the Pelicans uniform.
I rarely paid attention to female pro-ball players, although I watched college from time to time. Naomi looked the same, minus the dental upgrade.
The elevator doors slid open, and I joined Zoo and Brooklyn while skimming an article about the recent move of the New Orleans WNBA team to Pensacola. I'd heard plenty about the move but seeming as it didn't involve any of my business activities, I paid it no mind.
"Did you see the ass on baby girl?" Zoo commented. I broke away from the article to grill him.
"Which one?" I asked. The woman with Naomi introduced herself as Penelope. She was bad as fuck, too. As a matter of fact, they were damn near twins.
"The one in the damn ‘fuck me’ heels," Zoo answered.
Brooke shook his head and laughed.
"Her name is Penelope, mane," I informed him and then went back to reading.
"Penelope? Damn, I know she's stuck up as fuck," he grumbled.
Brooklyn chuckled. "Like that's 'bout to stop you from tryna slide."
"Shole ain't," Zoo replied, nonplussed.
Snickering, Brooklyn said, "I'm headed to the studio. Y'all niggas stay outta trouble."
I dapped my lil' cousin and told him to be safe. He didn't like that shit, but that's how it was with me. I considered myself his big brother, even though he was only a year younger than me. It wasn't like Brooklyn couldn't handle himself. I was just the type of nigga to make sure my family kept their eyes open at all times.
Zeus and I were still in the lobby when Naomi and Penelope came gliding off the elevator.
"Girl, no this man ain't, " Naomi whispered to her sister when she spotted me.
Grinning, I approached her. "Name's Jamison. You thought we were done?"
Her expression looked as if she smelled something bad. "Peeg, do I know him?"
Her sister nervously smiled.
"You wanna know me?" I replied. Even if Naomi wanted to pretend like she wasn't attracted to me, I saw right through the façade she displayed.
She snickered. "Yeah, aight. Sin, Jamison, or whatever. You're cute, but not that cute. Besides, you're not my type," she admitted.
