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"Mmhm." She nodded. "It's up to you though, Gianna." She rested her elbow on the bar. "What do you wanna do?"
Chapter 29
If I thought too hard about what I was doing, I would've stopped myself.
I don’t know though…maybe I wouldn't have. I tried to deny myself her, but after seeing her in that restaurant…she consumed my thoughts. Like I said…this was how habits were formed, and Gianna had become my drug of choice.
20k with interest for Madam before she would even agree to let me monopolize Gianna's time like that. But she was worth it. Maybe I could get my fix and finally move on. Seven nights with her to overindulge my system and then be done. That was the plan. But when I saw her sexy ass bend that corner and the way my body started responding…seven days didn’t seem like nearly enough now.
She had a look on her face. A mix of apprehension, disbelief, and amusement. She didn't say shit…just sat down slowly across from me, crossing her ankles and studying my face. I could smell her. That sweet indulgent fragrance of hers that attacked my senses. I sniffed subtly.
She was wearing this dress that I wanted to eat off her. Some sheer shit that looked like it would fall apart with one tug. We just stared at each other for a while longer. I don’t know what she was thinking—she could be unreadable at times, but I was hoping she wasn’t pissed at me.
Finally, she brushed her hair over her shoulders. "What are you doing, Boss?" she asked softly.
I leaned forward. "What do you mean?"
She leaned forward. "You knowexactlywhat I mean."
We held each other's gaze again. I smiled slowly. "Wanted to see you."
"Really?" She raised her brow. "I thought you were done?"
I shrugged casually. "Thought I was too to be honest," I admitted. "Was trying to be…'til I saw you again. With your little chef and shit."
She rolled her eyes. "He's not alittlechef. Don't be disrespectful," she replied with a bite in her tone that surprised me.
My jaw flexed in irritation. "So that's your lil', man then, huh?" I taunted. "That's the nigga Syrus probably saw you with and almost shot."
She blinked in surprise. "How do you know Syrus?" she asked carefully.
"How doyouknow Syrus?" I countered quickly.
Silence.
Her nostrils flared slightly. She was getting mad. I could see it. I don't know why that was turning me on though.
"You’re playing a very dangerous game here, Boss," she replied slowly.
"I don't give a fuck about danger, Gianna. You ain't figured that out yet?"
Another pause.
The banter. This was the shit I missed. The challenge. The push and pull. I sat back watching her.
She looked away for a moment. Then back at me again. "What do you want, Boss?" she asked.
"You," I replied simply.
I saw her breath tremble just slightly. Finally, she stood…and began to walk out. She didn't even look back, but she didn't have too because I was right behind her. I followed her upstairs to the last room at the end of the hall. She stood in front of the door, hand on the knob but not moving to open it yet.
Without a word, I stood behind her. I pushed myself against her body. She looked like she was contemplating. Probably thinking about her little chef. Fuck that nigga. Reaching out, I placed my hand on top of hers and slowly turned the knob, pushing the door open.
Gianna hesitated, but then she stepped in. So did I, closing the door behind me. I turned the dimmer on to the lowest setting.
She tilted her head slightly. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.
"Nah. I'm good, mama." I pulled off my shirt, tossing it on the floor.
