Page 13 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“Really?”
“Yeah. Come on.” I pushed back from my desk and stood, walking around to her side. She stood, and I held out my hand to help her down the incline, even though she didn’t need my help. I just wanted some physical contact with her. She paused for a beat before taking my hand. The softness of her dainty palm inside of mine caused a jolt of electricity to run through my chest. I knew she felt it, too, when her eyes closed momentarily before they locked in on mine.
When she was safely on leveled ground, I slid my thumb over her knuckles lightly, then released her hand. I opened the door, extending my arm for her to walk out first . . . And my eyes were glued to her round ass.
I hope that ass is real.
It looked real. I knew it wasn’t a BBL because she still had a slight pudge around her mid-section that I wanted to put my forehead on.
“Liz, forward all calls to my cell until I return.”
“Will do, sir.” I pressed the elevator button, and we stepped on.
“I saw the A.W. Financial Group building next door. Do you own that too?”
“I do. It’s our accounting firm headquarters that I own with my cousin Denver. He’s our accountant.”
“Oh, yes. I met him this morning.”
I frowned slightly. “You did?”
“Yes. He gave me his card and wanted to take me to lunch. I totally forgot to call him.”
“Don’t.”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t call him. Not to tell you what to do or anything, but he’s my cousin . . . You wouldn’t want to go down that road. Trust me.”
Yeah, I was hating. Not because I had already put claims on her, but I knew my cousin, so I was protecting her from the potential bullshit. He was a womanizer and a narcissist. We bumped heads a lot because the nigga’s ego was the size of the Earth, and he swore he was God’s gift to women. There had been too many times I had to save him from a woman knocking his block off. I couldn’t let him do Layne that way.
Not on my watch.
“And why not? He doesn’t work here, so it doesn’t go against the policy.” She smiled mischievously. I didn’t like that shit. “I mean, I wasn’t going to call. But since you mentioned him, I wanted to inform you that I’d already met him,” she continued.
“I knew eventually, you would,” was all I could say.
Chill out, nigga.She’s not yours.
The elevator stopped on the first floor as I allowed her to step off first.
“This level is where the lab is. It’s where we cook our crack and shit.”
“Huh? Crack?”
“Yeah. We don’t only sell perfumes and colognes. We sell dope too. The perfumes and colognes are a front.” When I heard her heels stop clacking behind me, I turned to find a worried look on her face as I laughed. “I’m fucking with you, love.”
“Oh! Do not scare me like that.”
“Why would you be scared?” I quizzed.
“Let’s just say I had a traumatic experience in my teen years. I say no to being around drugs ever again.”
“Oh, really? Let me find out you was cooking in the kitchen, Ms. Grant.” I laughed.
“I don’t even know what that means, but the only thing I cook are meals, not dope.”
“You know how to cook?”
