Page 28 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Date with who?” I all but shouted as I pulled up to a red light. “The guys know about this?”

“I’m grown, Dre. Can I not have a man?” She sighed.

“Of course, stinkabutt… when you’re thirty!”

“I’m twenty-five!” she screeched. “That’s five more years.”

“Time flies when you’re doing right by the Lord.” I chuckled because that was something Sweets would say. “Who is the nigga?”

“I’ll reach out to you when I have what you need. I love you.”

With that, the line went silent. Noemi was a good girl with a good head on her shoulders. I knew she wanted companionship, but seeing her as an adult and not the bratty kid following me around as she did years ago was hard.

For the next two days, I was going to stay at the penthouse and get the bulk of my work done before the weekend. If things panned out, Denim would get more than my attention. I hoped she was ready because I had so much pressure to release; I was thinking about double gloving my dick before letting it go swimming. I planned to make her back up all the shit she’d been talking during our flirty texting and phone calls. Denim was beyond gorgeous, and I knew she was going to look even better after I helped her bust a few nuts.

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Lookingover myself in the mirror, I’d admit I was one handsome-ass nigga. After reviewing the file from Mimi on Denim, I decided to commence with our date for the evening. With a fresh lineup and braids, thanks to Wild and one of his girls, I looked clean as fuck. My outfit for the evening was simple—all-black Givenchy from head to toe had never failed me. I looked and smelled like money, and I knew the diamonds on my neck, wrist, and ears were hitting just the way I liked them.

Buzz.

Hearing the intercom inform me of a visitor downstairs, I pulled up the app on my phone and spotted Denim. For a moment, I just took her in. The girl was stunning, and I smirked at her, unintentionally matching my fly. I wanted to admire her a little longer but knew the weather outside was biting. After buzzing her in, I grabbed my phone and wallet and left the bedroom. By the time I made it to the front of the penthouse, the elevator was dinging. Once she stepped out, it seemed as if the air thickened.

Once our eyes connected, we held each other’s stare, daring the other to break contact. I had to give it to her; she’s confident, but she’d met her match with a Boudreaux. Shifting her eyes, she took small steps toward me.

“You look… handsome,” she said in a whisper before finally bringing her eyes back to me. “At least I know I’ll have a looker on my arms for the evening.”

“On your arm, huh?” I chuckled as I pulled her into a hug. She stiffened before melting into me. “You look good your damn self. That ass is fatter in this dress than it is in jeans.”

Swatting at my shoulder, she gave me a smile that put the stars in the sky to shame. “Are you ready? Reservations are in forty-five minutes.”

Extending my arm, she looped hers in mine and allowed me to lead her out of the penthouse. The elevator ride down was quiet as we both were in our heads. Once it dinged, I led her toward my truck.

“What are you doing?” she asked in confusion as I held the passenger door open for her. “I thought I was driving tonight.”

“Something about Jerome calling me a passenger princess doesn’t sit right with me, so I got it.” We shared a laugh as I helped her in. “I got it from here, baby.”

I know she was expecting to make all the plans for tonight, but I wasn’t going to do any of that shit. Whether I wanted something other than pussy or not, I will never expect a woman to wine and dine me. I was going to drop dick off regardless of the effort she put into the evening. As long as she consented, she was getting dicked down tonight.

“So… how are you liking the city?” she asked as we rode through downtown. The smell of her perfume was driving me crazy. It was sweet yet bold, and it blended well with her organic smell. “Do you think you could live out here?”

“I love the city, surprisingly,” I answered her as I nodded to the melodic tunes of Silk. “I don’t know about moving out here, but I would definitely get a spot for when I came to town. As you know, I’m only here for work, but I can see this being a nice spot for when I want to get away from Southern Florida.”

Keeping my job from her wasn’t a secret. I told her I was in town working with the mayor on renovations, and she was inquisitive about the growth in Milly Grove. When women find out I’m Andre Boudreaux, all they see is dollar signs. With Denim, she was more interested in me as a person, and I fucked with that.

“So… how’s your vacation going? Are you ready to go back to work?”

“Hell no!” She chuckled as I pulled up to the valet at Prime and Platter. “I’m in no hurry to sort through people’s taxes and property documents. Clerical administration is boring. The only reason I haven’t pursued another profession is because it pays so well, and nobody bothers me.”

I exited the truck without responding and rounded the front to help her out. The way her long-sleeved black dress hugged her body, I was more than ready to get something to-go and take her back to the spot to fuck her to sleep. Well, not to sleep because she couldn’t stay the night, but still.

“This place is nice,” I praised once we were inside. The lights were dimmed, and the ambiance was light but fancy. “You gone spend some big money on me tonight, girl.”

Giggling, she followed the hostess as she led us to a booth tucked away in the corner. I loved the fact that she got us something with a little bit of privacy. As I walked behind her, I couldn’t help but zone in on the thickness of her hips and the bubble of her ass as she switched in front of me. Doing a quick scan of the room, the men in passing also had their eyes trained on her.

“Andre…” she gazed over her wine glass at me. We’d been seated and had ordered our drinks and dinner. We were now waiting for our food to arrive. “Why is someone as fine as you single? I know the ladies back home just love you.”

“They do…” I smiled and continued answering, “I got one that’s crashing out over me right now, but it’s not my fault. I’m honest from the beginning on my intentions and expectations.”

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