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“Please, call me Chandler,” I insisted, extending my hand for Selena to shake.
“Hi, Chandler. Are you single? You should join us.”
Cheyanne’s hand covered ours, and she pushed mine down. “Yes, he’s single, but he is not an option for you.” She shoved me toward the bar with a roll of her eyes, and I couldn’t help but laugh as Selena scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Why you pushing me like I did something wrong?” I teased as I leaned against the bar.
“I’m sorry. She just irritates me. Always trying to talk to every fine man she sees.”
For a while, I just stared at her. Licking my lips, I stepped closer to her as she looked up at me.
“You saying I’m fine?”
Cheyanne chuckled. “I don’t think I need to say it. You know it’s the truth.”
“I do, but it would make my day to hear that from you.”
Turning to the side so she could face me, Cheyanne inhaled a shaky breath. “Yes, Chandler, you’re fine. You’re probably the finest man in Rose Valley Hills. I’m not surprised Selena tried to immediately see what was up with you.”
Tilting my head slightly, I gripped her waist. “Did it upset you that she did because you want me to yourself?”
“Hi! What can I get you?” the bartender asked, seemingly giving Cheyanne the perfect excuse to excuse herself and walk away from me.
That was cool. She didn’t have to answer me. Just Cheyanne saying that to her I was the finest man in our city was more than enough to satisfy me. I ordered a French Connection and had the bartender to put Cheyanne’s and Selena’s drinks on my tab, then headed back outside. There were two women at the table with Dru, and I had to admit they were beautiful. I would never deny Dru’s ability to secure a beautiful woman for the weekend, but they rarely had much more going for themselves. Beyond the beauty, they often lacked substance.
I think that was why I was drawn to Cheyanne as well. She wasn’t just a beautiful face. She was intelligent, well-traveled, sweet, kind, fun, and able to hold a conversation with just about anyone about anything. Her ability to move as a chameleon in any room was sexy as hell. Whether my client was a street nigga, athlete, politician, or pastor—Cheyanne was able to make everyone feel comfortable.
Like I said I would, I entertained his date’s homegirl. Jasmine was nice and friendly, but like always, there wasn’t much that we had in common. I ended up leading the conversation. Knowing Cheyanne was nearby made it more difficult for me to focus. It also didn’t help that Jasmine was on the same type of time as her girl. Three times, she casually rested her hand in my lap; three times, I casually removed it. I’d passed the stage of life where easy pussy swayed me. I loved women that required effort and to be chased. Winning them was what turned me on.
“We’ll uh… be back,” Dru announced, lifting Andrea from the table by her hand.
She shot her girl a wink as she smiled. Slumping down further in my seat, I finished the last of my drink.
“It looks like they’re about to go have some fun,” Jasmine said.
“Yeah,” was all I offered in return as I pulled my vibrating phone out of my pocket.
Seeing that I had a text from Cheyanne, I sat up a little straighter as my heart palpitated. All she’d sent was the eyes, but that was enough to make me smile.
“Did you… want to get a room too?” Jasmine asked.
Send help, I texted Cheyanne with three laughing emojis before sliding my phone back in my pocket.
“Nah, I’m good on that, Jasmine.” She sucked her teeth and looked around the outdoor space. “I mean… if you tryna fuck… I’m sure it’s plenty of men inside that would love to have you.”
Her head jerked back, as if she was offended by my words. That didn’t make sense, seeing as she was sitting over there pouting because I didn’t want to get a room. Though at this point, I was tempted to get her one just so she could wait in there while her girl did her thing.
The moment I felt hands sliding down my chest, I knew exactly who they belonged to. Not because Cheyanne was the only woman I knew in the bar personally, but because I knew her touch… and her scent.
“Hey, baby,” she cooed before kissing my neck. The gesture caused my dick to harden instantly. “What’re you doing out here? We’re inside.”
When I told her to send help, I wasn’t expecting her to actually come and help me out. As much as I appreciated the gesture, I knew if I left, Dru would never let me hear the end of it.
“Oh, so this is why you’re turning me down?” Jasmine said as she stood. Chuckling, she shook her head as she looked from me to Cheyanne. “I should have known you were taken. That’s the only reason a man would deny my pussy.”
She headed inside, and as soon as the door closed behind her, Cheyanne and I laughed. As she sat next to me, she said, “What’s going on with your girl?”
“That is not my girl. I don’t even know her.”
