"I guess it is," I said.
"So what's a beautiful woman like you doing managing a club? You should be on somebody's island somewhere getting pampered."
"Boy, please." I shook my head, but I was still smiling. "I like my job. And my little brother owns this spot, so it's family business."
"Oh, you Sosa's sister? I should've known. Y'all got the same eyes." He was really laying it on thick now, leaning in closer. "But yours prettier though,"
"Aye, my boy. Move around."
Yatta's deep voice cut through the conversation. I looked up and there he was, standing there stone-faced as ever, those dark eyes behind his glasses locked on Cassius with an expression that said he wasn't playing.
Dude straightened up real quick, recognition flashing across his face. "Oh shit, Yatta. My bad, bro. I ain't know—"
"Now you know. Move around."
"Yeah, yeah. No problem." Cassius backed up with his hands raised slightly, he gave me an apologetic look, then disappeared into the crowd like he was never there.
"Really?" I looked at Yatta, somewhere between amused and annoyed. He moved into the space Cassius had just vacated, leaning against the bar casual as hell.
"What?"
"You can't just run off a nigga that talks to me."
"I can when it's a clown." He looked at me with the slightest hint of a smirk. "You keep you a clown around you, huh?"
"I don't even know that nigga. He just walked up."
"Exactly. Clown behavior." He signaled to Macy. "Let me get a Hennessy straight."
Macy poured his drink and Yatta took a sip with his eyes still on me. There was something about the way he looked at me that made my stomach flip. It was intense but calm, confident but not cocky, and sexy as hell all at the same damn time.
"So you just gon' stand here and police who I talk to now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah. I'm standing here 'cause I wanna talk to you." My heart did that stupid flutter thing again. \
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." He took another sip of his drink. "Where Sosa at? I ain't seen him all night."
"He left early. He claim he had some shit to handle." I picked up my empty shot glass and set it back down. "My shift just ended anyway. The overnight manager bout to take over."
"How you getting home?"
"Uber."
He shook his head. "Nah. I'll take you."
"You don't have to do that—"
"I know I don't have to. I'm offering." He finished his drink and set the glass down. "Let me tell my sister I'm leaving."
Before I could protest, he walked off toward VIP. I stood there for a second, trying to process what was happening.
I grabbed my purse from behind the bar and told Macy I was heading out. By the time I made it to the entrance, Yatta was walking back with his keys in his hand.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."