“No. But I’ve swung a few bats in my day. And not in the field. Ouuu,” she lifted the sledgehammer, “she a lil’ heavy, ain’t she?”
“Yeah. But you got it, remember?”
“Shut up.” She laughed softly, pulling the mask up over her mouth. “I do got it. Move back a little. I’m not even gon’ tell you not to look ‘cause I know it’s big back there,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at her ass. “Just don’t let nobody else get no free show.”
“Admire and pop one of these niggas if they try to. Got it,” I confirmed as she raised the sledgehammer again. “Hit it where the X is,” I instructed.
“Okay.” She swung, missing the spot by a few inches. The wall didn’t budge, and I knew why.
“Hol’ up.” I positioned myself behind her. “Follow my instructions. That means you don’t talk because I’ve done this enough times that I can guide you. It’s okay to not know everything. Cool?”
“Mmhmm,” she mumbled and nodded.
Now, that shit turned me on. Her listening in a way that wasn’t combative meant she was open to learning. That was attractive. Placing my hand over hers, I adjusted her grip on the handle. “Hold it like this and swing as hard as you can.”
“Okay. That first one don’t count either.”
“What first one?” I played along, taking a step back to give her room for perfect execution.
She raised the sledgehammer again and swung. This time, she hit her mark, leaving a hole in the drywall.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” I clapped loudly.
She hit her Dougie and smiled, flexing. “You see it! Come on, let’s do the rest.”
I laughed and picked up another sledgehammer nearby. We spent the next twenty-five minutes taking the wall down together. In between swings, she asked about my plans for the house. How the deadlines worked and how I leveraged my investment to make sure I turned a profit once the flip was completed. By the way she responded with follow up questions after I answered, I could tell she wasn’t trying to have idle conversation. She was really interested.
“Woo,” she let out, pulling the goggles off and unzipping the coveralls once we were done. “That was a cool little workout, but I’ll definitely be leaving this kinda activity to the men.”
I laughed at her dramatics and took my gloves off. “Here, lemme help you out of these,” I offered and unzipped the coverall fully for her to step out of them. “You want a water?”
“Yes, please. Wait, what brand is it?”
“Not sure. My assistant had it delivered. Why, you funny ‘bout what kind of water you drink?”
“I’m funny about anything that goes in my mouth.”
My dick reacted before I did. My face must’ve gave it away though because she smirked at me.
“Down, boy.” Her laughter filled the space. “Get the water and we’ll measure its quality on this app I have. Wait, that came out wrong. You can grab the water, and we’ll check.” She self-corrected.
“Self-awareness. That’s sexy.”
“I give respect where respect is due.”
“Yeah, and I’ma need mine off the top. Gimme a second.” I walked into the kitchen and grabbed us both a bottled waterfrom the mini fridge. The label read Eternal Naturally Alkaline Spring Water. “Bet,” I said out loud to myself, heading back out to her.
“What time you need me there?”she spoke into her phone, mouthing thank you and giving me a thumbs up after examining the bottle.“An hour?! Damn, Jay, what kind of notice is that?”
Whatever the person said on the other end of the phone clearly had her blown by her facial expression.
“Well, that’s the baby mama you chose, nigga, not me. I’m on my way though. Yeah, I know you love me that much. Bye.”She ended the call and held the water up, tapping the bottle. “Your assistant knows ball. Give her a raise.”
“She makes good money,” I assured, taking a sip of mine.
“Shout out to her. I have to get going though. Gotta handle some family stuff. Thanks for the drink and the workout. I’d love to see the finished product once you do your thing.”
Nodding, I raised my water bottle in salute. “I got you.” Pausing briefly, I found myself thinking of another way to get in her presence again. “You play spades?”
