Page 44 of Plus Size Player

“That’s a lot of denial for some dick you came on six weeks ago.”

I twisted my lips and tried not to laugh as I sat down. “Yeah, okay.”

Once he sat across from me, he flashed his goofy smile.

“You look good as hell,” he told me.

“Thank you. You look good, too.” I glanced at his shoes and then back at his face.

His smile grew even as his brows furrowed. “What?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyes are saying a lot.” He gestured to me. “You got something to say about my outfit, let’s hear it.”

“If you like it, I love it.”

He sucked his teeth and shooed me away. “Nah, say what’s on your mind. What do you think of my shoes?”

“You’re asking my opinion?” I questioned carefully.

“Yes.”

I shrugged. “Okay, well, they look like big-ass pumpkins on your feet.”

He burst out laughing. “Just because you overdress to everything we do doesn’t mean you can shit on what I got on.”

“I’m not shitting on you.” I gestured to his feet. “Your shoes are doing that on their own.”

“Wowwwwwwww!” His voice carried his amusement. “You don’t know style if you don’t recognize these are the new Glizzy joints everybody wants.”

I frowned. “In that color and shape?”

“Yooooo, you’re an asshole. You think just because you’re all put together, I don’t have heat for you?”

Grinning, I nodded. “Bring it!”

“What’s this right here?” He pointed to my hairline. “What’s going on with your hair right there?”

My smile grew. “I laid my edges.”

“No, the swoop thing.”

“Yeah, my baby hairs.”

“Nah, not those big swoops.” He shook his head. “Those aren’t baby hairs. Those are adult hairs. They got bad knees and a pension.”

My head fell back, and I laughed. “Shut the fuck up!”

He chuckled along with me. “I’m just playing with you. You look good. Swoops and all.”

We were still laughing as the lights dimmed.

“I have a surprise for you,” he told me as the DJ started playing music.

“What’s up?”

He rose to his feet.

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