Page 83 of Body Language
Sincere leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes on me the whole time. “So tell mi, Niv, this the kinda man yuh want? One who think claimin’ yuh with words is enough? Or one who give yuh the world without asking yuh to beg?”
I finally slid off the pole, slow, letting both of them choke on the view. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over, leaned down, and whispered in Sincere’s ear. “You still talk too damn much.”
Then I turned to Kendrix, brushing past him, close enough for my perfume to slap him in the face. “Kendrix, can you please meet me in the office?”
Kendrix didn’t even argue. He just clenched his jaw, gave Sincere one last look, and walked out the room.
I turned back to Sincere, crossing my arms with a little smirk. “You just had to do it, huh? Couldn’t let me have five minutes without you trying to light the room on fire.”
He smiled, slow and cocky. “C’mon, Niv. Yuh know mi couldn’t resist. Let’s see how bad di man want it.”
I tilted my head, lips curving. “You play too much.”
He leaned back, grin growing wider. “And you love it.”
I grabbed my phone off the chair, giving him a look over my shoulder. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be back.”
“I know.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my mouth as I pushed the door open and stepped out.
Kendrix was leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a cigar between his lips. I hated how fine he was when he was mad.
“You good?” I asked, brushing past him like my pulse wasn’t jumping.
He didn’t move. Just let his eyes trail down my body. “You tell me.”
I laughed. “Don’t start acting like you got ownership papers on me, Kendrix. I told you—”
He pushed off the wall, stepping into my space before I could finish. His cologne wrapped around me. “Pretty, I don’t need no papers to know when something’s mine.”
I smirked, tilting my chin up. “Mmm. Funny, because last I checked, I was just a free agent making power moves.”
He licked his lips, close enough that I felt the heat of his breath. “Keep talking. You gone talk yourself right onto this desk.”
I raised a brow. “Thats supposed to scare me or tempt me?”
“Both,” he said, no hesitation.
That’s when I knew I had him. His posture screamed control, but his eyes were begging for me to test every inch of it.
I slid into the office, and dropped into the chair behind the desk. He shut the door behind him.
“You coming to argue or to listen?” I asked, crossing my legs slow.
Kendrix leaned forward, resting his palms on the edge of the desk like he was staking his claim.
“You need to drop him. Matter fact, you need to drop any nigga who think he’s playing that position in your life. From the sounds of it, Mr. Sincere makes sure you stay with paper. Cool. Any other man on your little roster like that? Cut them too. If you need anything—money, bills, trips, hell, a pack of gum—you come to me. Period.”
I bit down on my lip, hard, to keep from laughing. His face was so serious I almost felt bad. Almost.
“I like you,” he continued, eyes locked on mine like I was oxygen. “Like, really like you. And I don’t play about that shit. So I’m letting you know right now, whatever the fuck y’all had going on in that private room? That shit ends today. You don’t need no heroes. You don’t need no sponsors. You don’t need nobody. You have me.”
He meant every single word. I could see it all over him.
I let a slow smile spread across my face before I stood, closing the space between us.
“You done?” I asked softly.
