Page 41 of After Midnight
For a moment we just sat there, the low music in the lounge filling the space between us. The bar lights cast a soft glow across her skin, making it look like warm honey. Up close she was even prettier than I remembered. Those eyes though. Sharp. Observant, but soft as fuck. She seemed like the kind of woman who paid attention to everything in a room.
My eyes dropped briefly to the curve of her legs before returning to her face. "Something tells me you’re not worried about stealing her client?”
Her laugh came out soft and musical. “Oh, I don’t steal,” she said.
“No?”
“Nah.” She leaned her elbow on the bar and studied me. “Men go where they want to go.”
I smirked. “Smart woman.”
The bartender set my drink down. When he set the glass down, I glanced back at her. “You not working tonight?” I asked.
“Waiting on a client now,” she said. "He should be here in the next fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Then I guess I have your attention until then," I replied.
She smiled softly and took another sip of her drink. "Guess so."
We stared at each other a minute. I was impressed. Most woman couldn't hold eye contact with me for long before they looked away or their eyes dropped down. But Gianna obviously wasn’t intimidated by me.
I used the time to take in her features. She didn't belong in a place like this. I leaned back slightly on the stool, studying her. The way she carried herself. There was a calm confidence about her.
"You look too pretty to be here you know that?"
She smirked, brow raised. "I think that's a requirement for this line of work."
I shook my head smiling. "Nah. I mean that you're not the typical—sexy pretty. Not that you aren’t sexy. But you got that soft pretty. Girl next door kinda pretty. Like you need to be relaxing in big house spending a nigga's money."
She chuckled lightly. I wanted to bottle her laugh and listen to that shit every day.
"Maybe that's my appeal," she responded. "I seemed to have gained your attention."
I licked my lips and nodded with a smile "You definitely did. And now that you have it…what you gon' do with it?"
She turned to me fully and tilted her head slowly. "Nothing. A man like you doesn't need to be convinced."
I turned to face her too. "True. But most women try anyway."
She smiled again, and leaned in slightly, voice dipping lower. "Yeah. But most women are easilyled, Boss."
I ran my eyes down her body again, becoming more intrigued by the minute. "Let me guess…and you're not?"
She hummed softly. "Hmm. I didn't say that. I'm willing to listen." Her eyes dropped down to my crotch before slowly sliding back up to my eyes. "When I feel in the mood to do so."
Aw shit. Now I was the one leaning in. She was playing with fire. "Is that right? So you take directions well?"
She nodded slowly, our eyes still locked on each other.
"Of course," she smiled softly. "But Igivedirections better."
My dick jumped in response.
Gianna finished her drink and stood demurely. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Boss. Hopefully I'll see you again."
I bit down on my bottom lip as she turned to me giving me a glimpse of her wide hips and soft, round ass. "You will, mama. You better muthafucking believe you gon' see me again."
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, looked back at me once, smiled and walked away. I watched her until she rounded the corner. As soon as she was out of my sight, I had my phone out and booking an appointment with her pretty ass.
