I snickered.
He opened the door for me and let me enter first.
There was artwork covering every inch of the waiting area, and behind a waist-length glass case stood a woman with purple hair.
I liked it.
Grey led me to her, then she looked up at Grey, then at me, and asked, “Is this her?”
Grey chuckled, “Oh yeah.”
She smiled then offered me her hand, “Hi, I’m Tinsley.”
Hesitantly, I offered my hand in return, “Umm, I’m Kimber.”
She winked, then she shook my hand once, then yelled, “O? Grey is here!”
Even I jumped.
A second later, we heard, “Fucking hell, girl. Stop doing that shit.”
Tinsley snickered.
“Be right there, man.” The man called out.
And by right there, he really meant right there.
A man with brown hair pulled back in a man bun, and a short beard that formed into a point at his chin, came stalking forward.
Grey reached around me and offered the man his hand, “Been a while.”
The man nodded, “That it has. Gotta say, been looking forward to this.”
“Baby, this is O. Short for Oscar. He does all our club logos.” He told me.
“Ahh,” I said, still not knowing why we were here.
O took my face in and then looked at Grey and asked, “You still haven’t told her?”
Grey smirked, “Nope.”
I lifted a brow, “Told me what?”
O snickered, “Follow me.”
He led us down a hall and then entered a room to the right and in the back, then he looked at “Grey, you know the drill.”
Grey nodded, then removed his kutte, handed it to me, and jerked his chin to the wall on my right, where a hook was placed.
I hung his kutte up and turned back around just in time to see Grey unbutton his shirt and take it off.
Then he looked at me and winked, “O, you're up.”
O snickered, and then he winked at me, “Come over here, girl.”
I went to him.
And then after he told me what I was about to do, I felt my mouth drop open.
