“She is not that bad.”
“Yeah, okay.” I rolled my eyes and looked at my phone.
“Well either way, if she isn’t here in three minutes we’re going on without her.”
“I’m here,” Retta sang as she halfway jogged over to us. “Sorry. I had a late night.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now.” Allison exhaled then slapped her usual manager smile on and yanked the door to the conference room open.
She gestured for us to enter first.
There were seven people of varying races, ages, and genders sitting around the table and they surveyed us as we sat in the empty seats nearest to us.
“Alright, ladies.” The man sitting at the head of the table clasped his hands. “Let’s finalize these tour dates.”
CHAPTER 20
DRIX
“Damn, baby.” I whistled as Myome came down the stairs.
She wore a white halter top that damn near wasn’t a top at all. It covered the outside of her breasts and her nipples but the center was nonexistent and the strap around her neck holding it up looked thinner than a damn shoelace. She’d paired it with a black leather skirt and heels.
Fuck. She looked good.
My eyes trailed up and down her fine ass and I offered her a hand to help her down the last few steps.
“So, what do you think?” She took a step back and did a little spin.
“I think you look beautiful.” I grabbed her waist and yanked her into me. “Come on, Yo. Let me just eat it real quick.”
She cut her eyes at me briefly before laughing loudly.
“We do not have time for that.” She whacked me lightly on the chest.
“When you look like that, we can make time.”
“Berlin, no.” She giggled. “I can’t be late for my album release party.”
“Alright. You’re right. Come on.” I held my hand out for her to link our fingers together and reached back to make sure I had my gun on me before we walked out.
I’d gotten us a driver for the night because it was a big night for Myome and I wasn’t sure if she planned on getting fucked up or not.
I brushed the driver’s hand from the door, opening it for her myself, and made sure she was comfortably inside before making my way around the car. As soon as we were in motion, Myome’s hand went to my chest and she leaned into me.
She spoke against my mouth. “You look good yourself, you know.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
I kissed her one quick time then set my hand on her knee.
“You nervous?”
“A little bit,” she admitted.
“Don’t be. If anybody boos one of the songs, I’ll air the whole building out.”