Page 30 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Fuck does that say?” I frowned, trying to ignore the flesh of her small breasts showing. My dick didn’t ignore the shit at all, though, as it started to rise in my knee-length jogging shorts.
“Pirouette and Plié is life,” she replied with a smile, letting the fabric go to conceal it.
“The fuck is that?”
Chortling, she replied, “They’re ballet moves.”
“Oh. I like that.” I nodded, trying not to think about the body parts she’d just shown me, but it was beyond difficult, teetering more on the side of impossible.
“I’m starting to like you, Low-Low.” She sat down, so I assumed she had the phone propped up on the vanity.
“Guess I gotta prepare for war then, huh?” I stared into her pretty ass green and honeyed eyes and hated the smile it brought about.
“I got a smile out of you! Yes!” She cheesed. “You are too fine to never smile, Low-Low. You get even finer when you do.”
“You must really think that ’cause you keep saying it.”
“I do. Women don’t tell you you’re fine as fuck?” She stared at me skeptically.
Shrugging, I glanced off and said, “I guess, yeah. It’s rare I have conversations with the same woman twice, so she don’t get a chance to tell me the shit multiple times.”
“Still, as handsome as you are, it should be commented on several times within one conversation. You are one of top three finest niggas I’ve ever seen, and I peeped that when I was just a teenager. I knew then I wouldn’t meet a man sexier than you.”
I chuckled inaudibly, watching her as she did some shit to her eyebrows in the mirror behind her phone.
“Top three, huh?”
“Yes, right at number two.” She paused to grin at me, making me give her a closemouthed smile I couldn’t contain.
“I’m just kidding, Low-Low. You know you’re number one.”
“We well matched then, lil mama, ’cause I don’t think a prettier woman exists.”
She simpered softly before putting the top on whatever the fuck she was putting on her brows.
“I hear that all the time, but I love it coming from you.”
“Cocky ass.” I chuckled, making her do the same.
For the next hour, she had a nigga on FaceTime chopping it up, laughing and shit like a bitch. Worst of all, when we hung up, I wanted to hop right back on that shit.
I could already see this was the calm before the fucking storm.
“Let’s run it again,”I said to Kailey as she threw up one finger before gulping down her water.
“Okay, one more time, then I need a break!” Kailey slammed her Owala bottle down, making some of the other girls look over.
“Don’t you want me to get the solo?” I chuckled as she came to stand beside me.
“I did until—look!” She nudged me, shouting in a whisper as her eyes zeroed in on the entrance of the ballet studio.
Low swaggered inside, black joggers, white T-shirt with the wife beater beneath, socks, and slides decorating his tall, lean but muscular frame. His tattoos were on display, the way I liked, and his gold rope chain shined nicely as it laid against his deep complexion.
I watched him, distractedly, as he walked up to Robin, the woman who managed the junior ballet class some of the girls taught. Handing over his payment for what I assumed wasWaverley’s class fees, he made light conversation before turning a bit, landing his eyes on me. We smirked at one another, just before Nikita pulled his attention from me.
“Nikita.” She stuck her hand out to shake his, but Low kept his own in his pockets. “I’ve seen you come by a few times before. Your sister is so talented.”
“’Preciate that.” He nodded and started to leave.
