Page 87 of Treason's Temptation
I’d rather use it on the bitch ass nigga that couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
“Had one,” she spat, “You took it. Where is it?”
I did. Now I toyed with the crazy idea of giving it back.
“You don’t need it. You’ve got me,”
My smile didn’t move Navie.
“Sounds like you don’t trust me.”
“I trust you as much as you trust me,” I replied, leaning against the dresser and folding my arms. “How much trust do we have, Blue?”
Ignoring the question, she sauntered over, stepping between my feet into my space.
“Enough to have some fun tonight with mywork husband.”
She giggled at the way my face contorted at her backhanded compliment.
“Work husband? I guess I need to put a ring on your finger to make it official.”
“Don’t irritate me before I have to play nice with these wives at a fuckin’ basketball game of all places,” Navie fussed, while I slid my hands inside the back pocket of her jeans.
“Can’t fuck up the church’s money, so smile pretty. They’ll have food for your greedy ass to half eat.”
She kissed her teeth and fussed, “Shut up! I can’t help that I get full fast.”
“Let’s ride. We can’t be late. That’s not a good luck.”
Grabbing Navie’s hand, I guided us through the house to the elevator. She stepped off first, her back exposed in the white halter top, her muscles shifting to accompany the sway of her hips. I caught the keys from the valet with my free hand, opening the door for Navie to slip inside.
We drove to the arena, Navie asking questions about Carter and Tyra. I’d seen them around but didn’t have much to share. When we arrived, Navie’s eyes wandered, causing her body to follow. This was Navie’s first basketball game, and in a box at that. A few times, I had to grab her shoulder to redirect her. Then it became easier to interlock my fingers with hers so she didn’t get lost in a sea of patrons trying to find their seats.
“Navie, so glad you guys could make it,” Daige greeted Navie with a hug before introducing us to Tyra and Carter, since she was the mutual connection.
“The infamous Treason Westbrook and Navie Dixon. Y’all are so cute,” Tyra complimented, encircling Navie, one hand on the small of her back, the same way I did.
Abdul and Carter greeted us both before the women whisked Navie away under the guise of saving her from business talk. They were sitting on the couch, enjoying champagne while the three of us watched the Monarchs’ whoop ass.
It was hard to enjoy with Tyra eyeing Navie like a dessert menu. Each time she leaned in too close, my jaw tightened. She kept her smile in place, calm and practiced, but I knew what she looked like when she was comfortable.
It damn sure wasn’t this.
Carter wasn’t oblivious, clearing his throat to shoot warning glances that Tyra ignored. I peeped how she didn’t try that shit with Daige. That made me curious about what the fuck they were really into. The buzzer sounded, and I was ready to get away from Tyra’s weird eyes, but she had other plans when we hit the parking lot.
“The night is still young! I know a lounge we can hit up,” Tyra suggested, as we entered the parking garage.
“It’s already past my bedtime. You’re asking for a lot now,” Daige quipped.
“You never hang out with us,” Tyra sulked, then shifted to Navie, clinging to my chest because she was cold, “Please tell me y’all are more fun than these two?”
We shared a silent conversation. It was our own language that didn’t require words, just an array of expressions to express that I was ready to go the fuck home. In the end, Navie won, turning to Tyra to accept her invitation, because a happy wife, happy life, even if she’s yourwork wife.
“Great, I’ll shoot Navie the address. We’ll meet you guys there!” Tyra pumped her fist as she walked to the car with Carter.
“Be safe tonight,” Daige said, hugging Navie before turning to me, “Keep an eye on her.”
“Always.” I waited until Daige and Abdul were a safe distance before asking, “What was that about?”
