Page 80 of Body Language
“Nah,” Rivah grinned, sipping her drink slow. “We just letting him know she fine enough to have his credit score jump fifty points just for touching that ass.”
The whole table burst out laughing while I sat there trying to play it cool, smoke curling from my cigar like I wasn’t two seconds from excusing myself to drag her ass in the office and handle my damn business.
Then, out of nowhere, I saw a tall, dark suit that screamed “old money,” surrounded by security like he owned the block. Nigga walked in like the air belonged to him. Accent heavy as hell when he spoke to the man on his left, like he was giving orders instead of conversation.
I sat back, puffing on my cigar, watching the scene unfold.
The host walked up to him all smiles. “Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes,” he said. “Private room. Code is 2442.”
She glanced down at her tablet, eyes widening just a little before she plastered on her professional face again. “Yes, sir. Right this way.”
Cool. Rich niggas in town. Happens all the time.
Until he opened his mouth again.
“And can I get MissCommunication?”
My entire chest went still.
MissCommunication.
I kept it cool. Real cool. Sat back like my ass wasn’t ready to leap across this whole damn section.
The host hesitated. “Oh… um, I’m sorry, sir. She’s not doing private dances tonight.”
He leaned down just a little, smiling. “Tell Niveah that Sincere is here for her.”
The host damn near stuttered, eyes flashing shock before she nodded. “O-okay, sir. One moment.”
Sincere?
Who the fuck is Sincere?
And more importantly, why the fuck did he know her real name like that?
I kept my face cool while my stomach turned. Across the table, Rivah leaned forward with wide eyes. “Oop. Not the government name.”
The host came back with Niv, and the way she lit up when she saw him pissed me the fuck off. She walked straight up to him, no hesitation, hugged him tight like they had history. Not the church hug. Not the polite two-pat hug. Nah, this one had comfort in it. Familiarity. She whispered something in his ear, he smiled, kissed her cheek, and followed the host out like it was routine.
I sat back in my seat with my face calm. Couldn’t let my brothers see me tripping.
She came gliding over to our table like she hadn’t just had me ready to set the whole building on fire.
“Y’all good over here?” she asked, smiling.
“Yeah, girl, but you fine as hell,” Rivah cut in, drunk giggles spilling out of her like she didn’t know she was pouring gasoline on the wrong flame.
“Fine ain’t even the word,” Khloe added, already swaying to the music, glass in hand.
I felt my molars grinding.
Niv laughed, leaned down, and rubbed my beard.
“What’s wrong? Your posture’s off.”
I smirked, leaning back, acting like my blood wasn’t boiling. “Is that something I need to worry about?”
