Page 59 of Body Language
His words made something warm spread in my chest, but I kept it playful. “You calling me a blessing?”
“More like a hurricane,” he said, sipping his wine. “Beautiful, an’ when yuh done, nothing is ever di same.”
I laughed so loud heads turned. “You’re so damn dramatic.”
“Mi only speak di truth,” he said smoothly. Then he raised a brow. “So tell mi, yuh like him?”
I paused, swirling the wine in my glass. “More than I want to.”
“Mhm.” He studied me with that knowing look. “Dat why yuh vex. Him gettin’ under yuh skin.”
I squinted at him. “I’m not vexed. I’m… mildly annoyed.”
He chuckled. “Same thing. Yuh heart beating for him, an’ yuh mind don’t like it.”
I sighed. “Maybe. But he gon’ learn quick—if he can’t handle me, somebody else can.”
Sincere leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Yuh sure yuh ready fi dat game, Niv? Cause from di way yuh talkin’, dis one might not play wid yuh. Him might flip di whole board.”
I raised my brow, lips curving. “Good. I like competition.”
He burst out laughing again, shaking his head. “Di man nuh stand a chance.”
I smirked, stabbing another shrimp. “That’s his problem, not mine.”
Sincere hand brushed against my thigh under the table. That damn smirk played across his lips, like he knew exactly how much heat he was stirring.
“Relax, mami,” he said. “Mi just miss di feel of yuh.”
I tilted my head, pretending I wasn’t already squeezing my thighs together. “Oh, so now you touching on me like you forgot the last time?”
He laughed low, his hand squeezing a little higher. “Yuh tink mi could ever forget? Woman, mi dream ‘bout dat night. Still waiting fi the encore.”
I smirked, swirling my wine slow. “You stay dreaming.”
He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Dreaming… an’ paying.”
That got me. My brows lifted, but my lips curved. “Since when did we start transactional dinners?”
“Nah,” he said, sliding a small black card across the table so smooth, nobody around would notice. “This is appreciation. Because yuh worth it. And mi don’t want yuh worrying ‘bout a damn ting except enjoying yuhself.”
I looked down at the card, knowing damn well the limit on it was higher than most people’s yearly salary. My chest felt warm, but I kept my face cool. “You trying to buy me?”
He smirked. “Yuh can’t be bought. But mi can make sure yuh never lack.”
My lips tugged into a smile I tried to hide behind my glass. “Dangerous man.”
“Only dangerous ‘cause mi give yuh options,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Yuh don’t need me. But yuh want me. An’ dat make di difference.”
My thighs clenched when his thumb traced slow circles, and I damn near melted when he whispered, “Tell mi yuh don’t feel dis, Niv. Go ‘head an’ lie to mi face.”
I leaned forward, letting my lips graze the rim of my glass, giving him a look so sharp it could cut glass. “I could lie. But I like how honest my body is when you touch me.”
His grin spread wicked. “Dat’s what mi love. Yuh mouth talk tough, but yuh body always confess.”
I chuckled, setting my glass down. “Keep playing, Sincere. You gon’ mess around and get a whole performance.”
“Say di word, baby girl,” he murmured, thumb pressing a little firmer on my thigh. “We don’t even need di stage.”
