Page 93 of Body Language
Kendrix
I should’ve known Niv had some shit up her sleeve. The flyer saidThe Highness’ Playground.Cute name, but I knew her. That wasn’t just branding, that was a damn motive.
I walked in right before the night started and stopped dead.
She had someone come in and decorate the hell out of GivGold. Not just a theme, but a whole experience. The shit looked like a real seductive playground… except instead of swing sets and monkey bars, there were velvet ropes, glass tables, low couches you could sink into, and shadows that made you wanna sin in them.
Purple. Everywhere.
Purple drapes. Purple lights. Purple on every wall, every corner glowing rich and low. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.
She knew what that color meant to me. Why I loved women in it.
Purple is power without having to scream. It’s royalty, danger, and sex all in one shade. It isn’t loud like red, it’s smooth, confident, like a woman who doesn’t have to beg for attention. She just walks in, and the room tilts without her saying a word. That was my favorite thing. Always had been. I loved my woman in purple because that let everyone know that she’s untouchable.
Every bottle girl, host, bartender, every dancer wore gold. Shiny, glowing gold against that deep purple. I ain’t gonna lie, that shit was perfect. Purple pulled you in, but gold made you spend.
The lights dropped lower, and music slid in like it had been poured.
Niv never did opening dances. It wasn’t her lane anymore. But I knew that silhouette the second it stepped out from behind the curtain, lit just enough to tease. I could pick that body frame out in a blackout.
It was her, and she wanted to make sure everyone in that club knew exactly who the hellThe Highnesswas.
The curtain lifted slowly, like the club knew it needed to pace itself before it passed out.
Niv was in a purple two-piece that leftnothingto the imagination. Everything was out on display. Not in a cheap way, but in a ‘damn, I could ruin my life over this’way. She has thighs that looked like they could break a man in half. Her shape had always been something you couldn’t really hide, no matter what she wore, but she was usually a one-piece, tease-you-but-don’t-touch type. But she wasn’t teasing. She was flaunting. And it had me going crazy and pissed at the same damn time. She was giving everybody a front-row seat to what I’d been losing sleep over.
The DJ dropped a heavy bassline, but before the track really kicked in, her voice slid over the speakers.
“I let my body speak.”
The way she said it had every man in the room ready to empty his account. Then the beat flipped andBad Girlby Usher hit.
Niv moved like the music was hers. Slips, spins, twerks — her heels clapping against the pole in perfect rhythm. She flipped upside down like gravity bent for her, sliding down slow before shooting back up, then climbing all the way to the top just to drop into a split that stopped inches from the floor. And the whole damn time, she was looking dead at me.
Her body was saying every word she didn’t. She was telling me she couldn’t be fucked with, that she was in control here, and I knew it. And the worst part was that she orchestrated the whole thing to make sure I knew and needed a reminder.
It explained everything and why I’d fallen for somebody like her. She could stand on her own. She could walk me like a dog if she wanted. She knew it, and still refused to drop her crown for anybody. Yeah… that was the problem and why she had me losing my mind.
She didn’t just finish the song, she finished me.
Right when the beat hit its peak, she grabbed the pole, lifted herself slow, and wrapped both legs around it like she was holding on to somebody’s waist. Then she leaned back, arching so far her hair almost kissed the floor again, and rolled her hips in a motion that was so nasty, soobvious, every dude in there started throwing money like they just wanted to pay for a taste.
Her eyes were still locked on me. Not breaking or blinking, and I swear I felt every slow grind in my chest, in my gut, in my bones.
She let go, slid down into a squat right at the edge of the stage, and without looking away, she ran both hands up her own thighs, over her stomach, and cupped her breasts before letting them drop with a bounce that had the whole room yelling. And just when I thought it was over, she leaned forward, stuck her tongue out just enough to make it sinful, and mouthed,“Fetch.”
Like I was the dog in this game.
She stood, blew me the slowest, most disrespectful kiss I’ve ever seen, and walked off knowing damn well I was two seconds from clearing the whole damn club just to get to her.
Every muscle in my body was telling me to get up and drag her off that stage. But I knew that’s exactly what she wanted.She wanted me foaming at the mouth while she strolled away like she owned me. And she did.
The second she disappeared behind that curtain, I felt my chest tighten. The air in the club felt hot, heavy… suffocating. I tossed back what was left in my glass, stood up, and walked straight out the side door before I did something that made the news.
The cool air hit my face, but it didn’t help. My heart was still racing, so I pulled my phone out and hit FaceTime on the brothers.
Kross answered first, screen shaking as he laughed soon as he saw my face. “Oh yeah… she made a believer outta you, huh?”
