Page 89 of Treason's Temptation
She chuckled, standing beside him. “We’ll be back to talk numbers, so don’t run off. There’s a private lounge near the back if you’re interested.”
Tyra brushed Navie’s shoulder while Carter trailed behind.
“We’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“You need that check, Tre,” she reminded me.
“Tyra wants to fuck you and possibly me too while her horny ass husband gets off watching,” I shook my head, smirk twisting into a scowl. “I’m not with that weird shit. Fuck them and that check.”
“I thought you’d be used to women wanting to fuck you,” she laughed, pinching my cheek, but my face remained stoic. I wasn’t feeling this shit. Not tonight. Not ever.
“When they come back, I have a work emergency.”
“Neither of us is getting fucked tonight, so have a drink and relax. I can handle Tyra.”
“How the fuck can I enjoy my drink with a nigga swinging dick serving it?”
Navie broke character laughing at the perfectly timed muscular ass server walking by in a thong.
“You didn’t know Velour was a sex club? I thought this was your city,” she mocked.
“Motherfucka’s aren’t breaking the law. They’re just freaky as fuck.”
“You act like you know everything else.”
“What I know is we’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“You don’t quit a job without another lined up.” Her neck fell to one side, asking, “Do you have another donor?” Navie raised an eyebrow, “Exactly. We came for the check. We leave with the check.”
“You have an hour to make that shit happen. After that, we’re leaving if I have to drag yo’ ass out myself.”
“Thanks,Daddy,” Navie taunted.
“Keep talking like that, you will be getting fucked tonight.” My words were warmer, matching the tender murmur in hers.
I kept my hand on Navie’s back following her to the bar. She insisted that I have a drink, like that would change my stance. Navie was the apple of everyone’s eye, settling into the booth. She scooted closer like she wanted to climb into my fuckin’ skin at every wink or friendly smile. For someone who commanded attention, I assumed she was used to it.
“I’ll extend the clock if you give me a show,” I whispered in Navie’s ear because I was bored as fuck.
Navie’s frown and arched brows didn’t surprise me. I preferred it, honestly. The suggestion was just to get her mouth riled up to entertain me.
“Not a chance. I’m not living out your freaky fantasy. The check isn’tthatimportant.”
Important enough that she didn’t jump at my offer to leave. Now she was glued to my side, allowing my hands to touch her in ways she hadn’t before. All because she wanted my square jaw and hooded eyes to ward off anybody attempting to approach her.
“Or maybe you’re trynna’ to tell me something, Blue. You into this kinky shit?”
“I don’t know what I’m into,” she admitted, in between sips of her drink. “But I’m mostly into money. If this is what I have to endure to get it,” she shrugged, but her energy felt heavy after.”
“You’re popular around this bitch.”
“Jealous?” she asked, over her shoulder.
“Hell yeah. If dude in the black shirt walks by here again, I’m breaking his jaw.”
Navie sucked her teeth, “You don’t have hands like that.”
“I don’t have what?” I asked, throwing a light jab, just enough for her to flinch. Batting my fist away, I tossed another, then another.
