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“Aww, shit,” Kiana murmured beside me. “Look at your face.”
“Don’t start, KiKi! What’s wrong with my face?” I snapped.
“Bitch, you look hungry.”
I hated her for being right, because I absolutely was.
And judging by the way Saadiq’s gaze traveled slowly over me before returning to my eyes, I wasn’t the only one.
“Close your mouth, cousin. You gon’ catch flies.”
I could not stand this girl! I turned to Kiana with a glare that would have frightened a lesser woman. Unfortunately, she was Damien Montana’s sister. She didn’t know fear.
“My mouth isn’t open,” I said tightly.
She rolled her eyes. “Girl, please. Y’all practically fucking each other from opposite sides of the room.”
“Kiana!” I hissed.
She threw her head back and laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
That question came from directly behind me, then a familiar scent wrapped around me, making every nerve ending in my body stand at attention.
Shit.
Kiana’s smile widened. “Oh, nothing. Just telling my cousin how nice she looks tonight.”
“She does.”
Two words. That was all he said. So, why were they enough to send another wave of heat through my body?
I turned to face him. Up close, he was even more devastating. His cologne mingled with the scent of whatever he’d used on his beard, and I suddenly remembered exactly why it wasn’t safe being alone with him.
“Good evening, Mr. Masters,” I greeted stiffly.
His smile disappeared. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Call me Mr. Masters when you were just looking at me like you wanted to climb me.”
Kiana nearly choked on her martini. “This is why I like him!”
I closed my eyes. Lord, take me now. But it wasn’t a benevolent God who reached for me. It was my sinful looking boss.
“Dance with me, Apple.”
I looked at his hand, then at Kiana, who was suddenly very interested in her drink.
“Saadiq, I don’t—”
“I’m sorry if that sounded like a request,” he cut me off.
“You damn sure of yourself.”
He shrugged. “Only about certain things.”
