“Do that again.” I blinked up at her and my hands tightened on her waist.
“One’s the limit, baby.” She smiled and winked at me. Then her thick ass boot met my chest and she pushed me lightly. I didn’t move. I let her leg stay bent between us. Jiselle looked right at home where she was. “I can make you another drink if you want,” she offered. “I’m not going to spit it in your mouth though, sweetheart. You’re going to have to drink it all on your own like a big boy.”
Shit.
I knew she was a sex worker and sold fantasies but fuck it. I was down with being a sucker. I’d let her talk me out of my fucking money.
“Let me take you out,” I blurted.
“What?” She did a double take.
I didn’t hesitate.
“Let me take you out,” I repeated.
Jiselle looked me up and down and I swallowed nervously.
“Help me off the bar, big boy.” She let her foot fall from my chest and offered me her hand.
I didn’t take it. I grabbed her by the waist and just plucked her up. She fit so good in my hands. I groaned, thankful the music drowned the sound out.
“Jazz.” She offered me her hand.
“Kiano,” I countered.
“Hm.” She crossed her arms while she looked up at me. Even with those ridiculously big shoes she was at least six inches shorter than me. “Aren’t I a little out of your comfort zone?” Shelifted an eyebrow. “Is this your bachelor party? Are you trying to get one last smash in before marriage?” She looked one way then the other.
“No.” I shook my head. “Hell no. I just… you’re beautiful.”
“There are a lot of beautiful women in here,” she said.
“But only one you.”
Jiselle rolled her eyes, but lifted her hand and curled her fingers, beckoning me into her. I leaned down. She lifted her hand behind my neck and jerked it down further. Her mouth went to my ear.
"I won't go on a date with you but I will let you take me home if you promise to be a good boy and do whatever I say,” she whispered.
I nodded immediately then shook my head as common sense fought its way back into my brain.
"Why can’t I take you on a date?" I asked.
"Because you don't want to date me, Kiano. You want to fuck me. You like the idea of screwing someone like me for a good time. I'm not the kind of girl a guy like you gets serious about; so let's not pretend you want anything more than to have me as a notch on your bedpost.” She bit my earlobe and I almost became a puddle at her fucking feet.
“You're wrong,” I practically panted. "I could get very fucking serious about you real quick," I said.
She laughed and pulled back. She looked at me. Her eyes jumped.
"Oh. You're serious?" She laughed and patted my cheek. "Oh Kiano, it's sweet that you believe that, but I'm not the girl a guy like you would ever bring home to meet the parents."
I looked down at the stupid ass dress shirt and pants I’d worn to work and realized I looked like a fucking prick.
"Let me take you on a date,” I repeated. She shook her head. "One date," I pleaded.
"I’m a sure thing if you take me home, Kiano. It's really cute you're pretending to?—"
I cut her off. "I don't want a sure thing. I want to work for it. Make me fucking work for it," I said.
She blinked.