Page 6 of Same Girl
She dropped her hands and turned around to look at the space. “Oh my goodness. You have outdone yourself, Fyve.”
The living space was an open concept, allowing you to look from the kitchen into the living room.
“If you’re renting this out, this space has a door now that leads directly outside and not into your house,” I pointed out as I opened another door for her. “We can put specialty locks on the door that leads into the house to prevent access if you would like.”
“This is amazing. You’re right. I can rent this out if I want to now.”
“Income property.”
“Oh my goodness. Thank you.”
“Wait till you see the rest of the space.” I led her to the bathroom and the bedroom before I showed her the pièce de résistance.
“You and your guests can come out here on the rooftop balcony and enjoy the view of the springs and downtown in the distance,” I stated and pointed southward.
She threw her hands to her mouth, and her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief. When Mya turned back to me, her eyes were watery, and she threw her arms around me. “Thank you so much, Fyve! You have surpassed my wildest dreams. How much more do I owe you for this?”
I wouldn’t say that I was a predator, but ya nigga never missed an opportunity. I’d been checking her out since she hired me to do the first job, but I believed in keeping shit professional. I had seen li’l baby checking my body out one too many times, and I knew she was feeling a nigga. It was all good because I was definitely feeling her.
“Nothing, under one condition,” I replied, staring into her beautiful, warm-brown eyes. She was so sexy and confident. I bet there wasn’t any nigga she couldn’t have.
“What’s that?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Go out to dinner with me, and that will be all you owe me.”
“Dinner?” She almost sounded repulsed, which caught me off guard. I wasn’t trying to be an arrogant muthafucka, but I wasn’t an ugly nigga either.
“Yeah, you know. A meal. Breaking bread.”
She glanced at the floor, and then, as if a light went off, a slow smile slid into place, and her eyes sparkled with delight. “You know what, Fyve? I would love that.”
“Okay, pretty. Name the day and time. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, unless of course, you want me to choose.”
“Anywhere?”
“Anywhere, beautiful.”
“Okay. I’ll text you the time, the date, and the location as soon as I know.”
A nigga’s heart exploded in his chest. “Thanks, beautiful. You just made my week.”
“Only your week?” she asked with a giggle as she walked out of the apartment and around to the main floor.
I couldn’t help but watch the way her ass jiggled in those leggings she wore. When I came to get her to see the apartment, she had been in her living room, working out. Sweat glistened on that beautiful amber-colored skin, and her long brownish-blonde hair was pulled up into a bun.
“I’m hoping for a second date so that you can make my year, pretty.”
She smirked. “Are you always such a flirt? Do you always have a kind word for all the ladies?”
My face fell, and I wished that I could have helped it, but I couldn’t. There was a time in my life that I wasn’t proud of, and questions like hers always took me back to that time.
“Not really. A flirt, I mean. Not anymore, anyway.”
She nodded slowly. “I look forward to going out with you. Maybe I’ll learn what changed your bad boy ways.”
“What makes you think that I was a bad boy?”
“There’s something about those rugged looks of yours and how you handle business that tells me you were. I’ll bet you used to have to beat women off you with a stick.”
