Instead, I told the club owner to merge the sections without asking them.
Now she was close to me.
I could smell the Chanel on her skin. I watched her jaw tighten and release. She kept touching her nose and wiping under it.
Coke habit.
I already knew.
I had seen her do it before.
Not my thing.
But I didn’t judge her.
All I thought was, if I ever got her, I would get her off that.
“You getting bold now with trying to get up on me?” she said, looking at me.
I leaned back. “I’ve always been bold, ma chérie.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t start that French shit with me.”
“You like it.”
“I don’t.”
“You do. You just don’t like me.”
She leaned forward, watching me. “I don’t like niggas that think they can buy everything.”
“I don’t buy women.”
Her lips moved like she almost blushed. “There you go. That rich boy ego.”
“It’s not rich ego if it’s true.”
She let out a short laugh.
Something shifted.
The music was loud. People moved around us. Bottles came and went.
But me and her stayed focused on each other.
Back and forth. Me moving her onto my lap, her pretending like she ain’t wanna be there.
She acted like she wasn’t impressed.
But she stayed.
I leaned closer to her ear. “Can I take you out of here?”
She raised a brow. “Where?”
“I’m taking you on a date.”
She laughed. “In Vegas? At this time?”
