Page 82 of Baby, You're My Weakness
“Well, we don’t under normal circumstances, but we think you’re a great asset to the team. If I can be honest, an individual just transferred and we need the help.”
“Who?” I asked, just out of curiosity.
“Lauren Mitchell.”
My ass almost swerved into another lane after hearing that. I just told her to get Baby a new officer. What she left for? She could blackmail muthafuckas, but at the first sign of pressure, she folded.
Either way, I was not going back there. My relationship with Baby was more important than that job. If I accepted, we couldn’t be together.
“I’m sorry Mr. Simmonds, but I’mma have to decline your offer.” I made a right turn onto Baby’s street. Jayda’s car was in the driveway, so I parked off to the side.
“Come on, Love. Is it the pay? We’ll discuss a raise once you come in for your keys.”
If I had his fat ass begging, they were doing worse than I thought. “Nah, I just found something better.”
I looked through the windshield, spotting Baby walking her fine ass to the car in a baby blue sundress and gold sandals.
“Thank you for the opportunity.” I hung up just as she reached my door.
Swinging it open, I pulled her into my arms.
“What took you so long? What happened? Did you kill him?” she fired questions at me. I laughed out loud.
“If I did, I’mma keep that shit a secret, Baby,” I replied, still smiling.
Pulling back, she looked me up and down.
“Where are you going all dressed up?” Leaning in, she sniffed my shirt. “And you smelling good too.”
I was finna tell her to go get dressed but decided to fuck with her for a minute.
“I got a date. I just came back to check on you before I headed out,” I joked, and her face dropped. I ain’t know what she was gon’ do, but I didn’t expect her to start swinging on me. For a little ady, them shits hurt like hell.
“Aye, girl. Chill out.” I held my hand up to block my face, moving around her. She got me one good time in my stomach.
“Baby, I’m playing. I’m playing. Quit that hitting shit,” I mumbled, my voice muffled.
“What?” she exclaimed, out of breath.
“I’m fucking with you. You ain’t go to them anger management classes yet, have you?” I took my hands down, watching her narrow her eyes at me.
“Why you gotta play like that, Love?” She stomped towards the front door. I had to jog to catch up, making it before she could step inside.
“Hold up, girl,” I said, grabbing her hand. “I’m tryna take you out.”
Turning towards me, she smiled. “For real?”
Chuckling, I intertwine our fingers. “I don’t know. You done beat my ass, now I gotta think about this.”
With a pout, she came closer, kissing me all over my face.
“I’m...” she pecked my cheek, “sorry.”
I huffed out a breath like it was a hard decision to make. “Alright, you wore me down. Go get dressed.”
Giggling, she made her way to the door, then stopped. “Leah and Tiffani wanted to go to lunch, but I'll tell them I got planes.”
My eyebrows creased in the middle.
