Page 96 of Anything Necessary for Her
“It’s just a dress and boots on somebody else. It’s art on you.” He stepped back to take my hand and spin me around slowly. Stepping back into our back-to-chest embrace, he continued. “Everything is like poetry when it come to you, Peep.” His face held a seriousness that let me know he wasn’t joking. “The sex. The way you dance. The knowledge you be dropping. Your smell, your hair, just . . . every fucking thing.”
“Even how much I want when shopping?” I smirked, making him do the same.
“I wouldn’t even approach a woman with seven rich brothers and rich parents, trying to make her shop at Ross and dine at Denny’s, Peep. I ain’t in the business of humbling women—no nigga should be. You fuck with the women you can afford, not try to make her affordable.” He kissed my ear then smacked my ass once he released me. “Plus, what you spent, I make back in less than fifteen minutes. Step ya game up.”
“Whatever. We’ll see about that.” I smiled as his big hand wrapped around mine to lead me out. “Wait. Let me pee.” I ventured back to go relieve myself then wash my hands.
As I stepped out of Low’s bedroom, I smelled smoke wafting from under Wyatt’s door, making me storm across the hall and barge in.
“Got damn!” Wyatt shot up from his bed, frantically twisting back-and-forth trying to find a place to hide his blunt.
“Nigga, I can smell that shit all in the damn hallway.” I waved it out before he finally ashed it, still perplexed. “Why didn’t you show up to your shift this morning?”
I’d been meaning to ask him about it since Presley messaged me, but Low was always around, and I didn’t wanna get Wyatt into trouble. But since Low was in the living room, this was the perfect time.
His mouth fell agape, closed, then fell open again before he shrugged. “I needed a day off, aight?” He shook his head in an irritated manner. “Why you even care?”
“Are you joking? I?—”
“Nah, I’m not joking. Seems like you care more about everything else than what I’m doing,” he said, stunning me.
Exhaling, I replied, “Wyatt, I got you the job to help you and have been busy with other things. I apologize. I should’ve checked on you.”
I felt like shit, even though I didn’t think he’d care. I figured the less he saw me or I bothered him, the better since he was always so spooked around me. The charity event at the park was the first time he said more than two words to me and didn’t try to dart away, I guessed because of the relaxed nature of the event.
“Yeah, you been busy with my brother.” He picked his iPhone up to scroll on it, putting his back against his headboard.
I was about to respond until I caught onto what the hell was happening.
“Do you have a crush on me?” I grinned as I stepped further into the room.
He sucked his teeth as if I were crazy for even assuming, but when I lifted my brows, he said, “Maybe.”
“You know I’m a grown ass woman, right?”
“I’m mature.”
I laughed at that because he was everything but.
“While I’m flattered, Wyatt, I’m an adult, I’m your brother’s woman—something I want to continue being—and one day you will meet a pretty girl your age and forget all about me.” I winked.
“Will she be as fine as you? ’Cause yo’ brother wouldn’t even let melookat Harmony.”
“She’ll be finer,” I assured him.
“I doubt it, but I guess I can’t win ’em all.” He shrugged, standing.
“Can you accept my apology with a hug? Not too tightly, because you reek and I smell amazing.”
He obliged me then stepped back to say, “Can you be a little quieter at night or tell my brother stop fucking you so hard? I could barely sleep last night. Low-key, I thought he was killing you.”
“Shut your ass up!” I swung at him playfully, shielding my embarrassment as he laughed.
“I’m serious.” He trailed me out before dipping off to the bathroom.
“You aight?” Low asked me as soon as I came down to the living room.
“Yes, why?”
