Page 5 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“I’m hisbestfriend, and it’s lovely to meet you,” Emani said, eyes scanning her frame.
I’m about to choke her tall ass.
Layne giggled lightly. “It’s great to meet you all.”
“Now that we’re done with the formalities,” I said, giving Emani a stern look, “let’s get down to business.” I began the meeting, going over new designs and the company’s annual anniversary party. I only stayed for thirty minutes to give my speech, give out accolades, then I’d get the fuck on. But as I looked to my left at the voluptuous woman sitting next to me, . . . the idea of staying a little longer didn’t sound too bad.
The meeting wasover as I looked down at my watch for the time. It was a little after seven thirty when we stepped onto the elevator to go back up to Avery’s office. I was nervous when the receptionist called me and told me not to leave the building and that Mr. West would be down to meet with me. I thought for sure he was going to tell me that I wasn’t a good fit or that I knew too much of his business, since I knew he was a private man. Howbeit, when he told me I was starting on the spot, I got super excited but didn’t show it outwardly. I just took out my pen and pad and rose to the occasion.
Now, he wanted me to follow him up to his office.
I had no idea what else he wanted me to do, but I was mad I’d be missingSistastonight. I made sure to tell Jen to record it forme on our way out of the conference room. I planned to watch it at her place over the weekend.
“When is Amerie’s ceremony again?” Emani asked, once we were on the elevator. Emani was beautiful. She had beautiful, dark blemish-free skin, hazel eyes, and wore her hair in a short pixie cut. Her designer pantsuit fit her slim-thick frame, and the designer heels to match gave her, my guess, five-nine height more length.
I wonder if they’re more than friends.
It wasn’t my business, but they did look like they would make a great couple.
“Saturday, and your ass better be there . . . on time.”
Emani fanned her pretty manicured fingers at him. “Boy, please. I’m always on time.”
“Lies you tell.”
“Anyway. What does she want for graduation?”
“What every senior graduating high school wants. A car her bighead ass don’t have the money or job to pay for.”
“Big bro got it, so that’s all that matters.”
“Like hell. She better ask her damn parents.”
Emani laughed. “You know good and well you already got the car she wants. I don’t know why you always frontin’.”
“I ain’t get shit.”
“Yeah, okay. You really need to get laid, brother. This attitude you have can’t be good for anyone. You need to release, you know, get your blood flowing so you won’t get high blood pressure.”
I giggled as they both looked at me.
Oh shit. Lay, you idiot. You’re supposed to be seen, not heard.
“Sorry,” I offered while putting my head down.
“No need to be sorry, beautiful. It is funny, and sad if you ask me.” Emani smiled at me and winked just as the elevatordoor opened to the eleventh floor. “See you Saturday, Mr. Grump. And make sure you give Richard at Glover’s Warehouse a call before you leave. He needs you to pick up those champagne glasses for the anniversary party tomorrow at ten a.m. Something about he’ll be out of the country Saturday and gone for the rest of the month, so don’t forget.”
“I’ll be glad when people stop asking me to do shit all the time. I have enough on my plate to deal with.”
“Well, that’s what you have Ms. Grant for now.” She smiled at me again as her eyes perused me from head to toe before she walked off, and the elevator doors closed, . . . trapping me and Mr. Fine Ass West inside alone.
Was she flirting with me?
I was slightly nervous to be in this space with him alone. His cologne was sending all kinds of sexy signals to my body. I was glad the twelfth floor was the last floor of the building and that it was a short ride before we were let off.
“I’ll let you go in a minute. I need you to do one last thing for me before we part ways for the night,” he said while we walked inside of his office.
“Okay.”
