I glide my hand up her inner thigh and lean in to take her lips. I want to peel this dress off her and spend the rest of the day getting to know everything about her.
“You’re gorgeous. It’s perfect. I owe you a date. Keep this one for that,” I say against her lips.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. She has plenty of others; this one isn’t for the job—it’s white. You wouldn’t want to stain it or something. You should go with dark colors for the job. Nothing that could give away what you’ve done before entering the event.”
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good. Now come here, I can’t get enough of kissing you. Your lips are so soft and feel so good.”
I grasp the back of her neck and pull her into me for a passionate kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck as I deepen the kiss and devour her.
I groan as she pushes her fingers into my hair. Right as I get ready to lift her and position her to straddle my lap, someone clears their throat. I break the kiss and look over Oni’s shoulder to find Estell and Emilia staring at us.
I shrug and smile back at them. Oni jumps up and rushes from my lap, leaving me feeling bereft. I shake my head and return to my thoughts of business.
Someone wants my attention. I’m going to find out who and give them all the focus I have. They are fucking with the wrong one.
CHAPTER 14
First Job
Oni
I’m so nervous.Tonight is my first job. We’ve been training for it for a week and a half now. Rico also insisted I learn how to actually shoot a gun.
I’ve gotten a lot better at that. I’m not nervous about what I need to do. I’m nervous about failing. I don’t want to disappoint Rico or his dad.
“You’ve got this,” I murmur to my reflection then blow out a breath.
I smooth my hands over the gold bodycon dress I’m wearing and have to blink a few times to make sure I’m looking at myself. I look nothing like the sixteen-year-old girl who rode the bus here to Miami. I look like I’m in my twenties.
Emilia helped me take out my braids as we all thought they were too distinctive and risky. A Black girl with braids would be a dead giveaway. My hair is now in full, deep waves flowing down just below my shoulder blades.
A makeup artist came in to do my makeup, giving me a natural-looking glow. The red lipstick makes my lips pop with an ombre effect. My lashes make my eyes stand out as well.
“Hey, you. Uncle Freddy is looking for you,” Emilia says as she pops her head into the room.
I nod at my reflection, then turn to face her. Her mouth pops open and she steps fully into the room.
“Holy shit. You look amazing. Rico is going to lose his shit.”
I reach to tug at the hem of the dress. I’m starting to feel self-conscious. I’m not sure how Rico is going to react to this new look.
“Here goes nothing,” I breathe out.
“You should totally be a model.”
“Ha, I’m five-five. Who’s letting me on their runaway?”
“There are more than runway models, Oni. Trust me, you would stay booked. I know a few people if you ever want to give it a shot,” she says.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“What do you want to do?”
“You mean when I grow up?”
