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I shrugged but didn’t respond. I knew she could tell I wouldn’t say more on the matter because she went back to eating, and I went back to watching her.

Yara was the kind of beautiful that made me want to lock her ass in a room for only me to enjoy and also put her on display for everyone else to bask in her loveliness. She had a cute round face, big brown eyes, and perfect brows. Her sleek black hair went down her back, and her skin seemed to glow.

“I’ll save the rest of this for later.” She closed the lid on the box and put it back in the bag.

I glanced at my phone and stood, holding my hand out to her. “We should get goin’.”

She looked at my hand and hesitated and then allowed me to help her up. The touch of her hand in mine felt like everything I’d been missing my entire life. I knew she felt it, too, because her brown eyes met mine, and I could see yearning in her gaze.

I squeezed her hand and then helped her pack up her things before we walked toward the elevator.

Outside, she walked toward her car, but I stopped her. “I’ll drive.”

“Oh . . . Are you sure that’s okay?” She glanced around the empty lot, worry masking her face.

“We good, Yaya. You ain’t gotta worry ’bout nothin’ when you wit’ me.”

Her head tilted to the side. I hadn’t ever in my life called anything or anyone cute, but that was the word that popped into my head when she did that shit.

Cute ass.

“Yaya? We have nicknames now?”

I shrugged. “Guess so.”

There were other names I wanted to call her, but I knew they would come in due time.

Her brows rose, but she didn’t comment further on that. Instead, she gestured her hand toward me. “Lead the way, . . . G.”

I chuckled as I led her toward my car. Inside, she slipped the box with her food, along with her purse, onto the back seat. When she straightened and put her seat belt on, I pulled out of my spot.

The ride to our destination was spent in a comfortable silence. My hands gripped the steering wheel because I wanted nothing more than to reach over and put my hand on her thigh. I knew that wouldn’t be the best move, though. It was honestly really considerate of me because, normally, I just went after what I wanted. Yara made me reconsider how I normally moved, though. She was delicate, which meant I needed to be more mindful and treat her like the queen she was.

“Aight, when we go in here, just let me know what I gotta do,” I said as I pulled up to the client’s house.

“Okay,” she murmured.

I glanced at her and realized she looked sleepy. I remembered a while back she let me know that her disease made her tired as hell at all times. Hopefully this consultation went quickly. My only wish was that afterward, we would end up at the same place so I could be in her presence longer, but again, I knew that would come in time.

“Come on. Let’s make this quick,” I said as I got out of the car.

I rounded the vehicle and went to open her door, but her ass was already halfway out of the car. My jaw clenched. High-key, I wanted to mush her ass back into the car, close it, and open the door for her, but I refrained. Instead, I held my arm out for her to take, some shit I’d never done before in my life, and said, “Next time, let me get the door for you.”

She hesitated to hold on to my arm, but like earlier, she finally gave in. The feel of her small hand on my biceps caused my dick to stiffen. I discreetly adjusted myself as we walked toward the front door.

It didn’t take long for the door to open after I rang the bell. A blonde woman with short hair answered.

“Mrs. Larson?”

Her eyes traveled the length of my body, and I frowned. I felt Yara hold on to my arm tighter, and I chuckled. Was she jealous?

“Yes?”

“We’re here wit’ Grant Your Wish Designs.” I tried to keep my voice calm, but I didn’t like how shorty looked at me.

“Oh, yes. Come on in.” Mrs. Larson stepped to the side. I didn’t miss her popping her small ass titties out like I’d be moved by that or some shit. I was used to this kind of behavior from women, but the fact that she did it in front of my future wife had my attitude on ten.

Ignoring her thirsty ass, I turned to Yara. “You need to sit down.”