Page 5 of His Starr Player

“I’m serious.”

She shook her head. “Thank you.”

“Come on in. I wasn’t sure what type of vibe you wanted, so I lit some candles and did a little something to make you comfortable.”

I stepped out of the way, and she walked in.

“This is nice,” she commented. “I know you’re a slut, though.”

“Huh?” I blinked in surprise.

“Any man with colored LED lights is a certified slut. You, sir, have the whole setup, so I know you’re a slut.”

It was my turn to laugh. She was funny as hell and playful as fuck. “Is that right? Is this a universal thing, or you made that up?”

She shrugged. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I led her into the living room and offered her some wine. She lifted her glass, and I filled it with red liquid. She sniffed the wine before she took a sip.

“Hmm. This is good. I’ve never had this brand before. I might have to add this to my next shopping list.”

“Keep hanging around me, and you’ll find a lot of things you enjoy.”

She pressed her thighs together subtly, but I noticed the shift in her body. I had her soaking in those tight ass shorts.

“You have a nice home. Everything is nice and clean,” she complimented.

“Thank you. I don’t know what kind of music you like to listen to, so I put my R&B playlist on. You fuck with old school?”

“Absolutely. I love a little of everything—even country.”

“Me too. I fuck with Shaboozey, Luke Bryan, Chris Stapleton.”

“Black folks love them some Tennessee Whiskey,” she commented.

“Exactly. The T-Pain remake goes crazy too.”

“His album went triple platinum in my home. I had that shit on replay for months. Hell, it still comes on my shuffle sometimes.”

“Let me find out we have a lot in common.”

She smiled. “I think we do.”

“Would you like some more wine?” I asked when I noticed her empty glass.

“One glass of wine was enough. Another one, and I might get you pregnant.”

“You can’t?—”

“Trust me, I would find a way.”

I shook my head as I laughed. “You’re hilarious.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to laugh you out those Nike shorts.”

“You ain’t got to tell a joke for me to do that.”

She shifted again. “You know you’re too fine to be flirting with me like this. I’ll literally combust.”

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