She Fell For A Boss(30)

There were plenty of females there, ready and willing, who were damn near begging for his attention. For some reason, he let it ride and didn’t fuck with any of them. Yami was that reason, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Right now, he was high and horny, and as much as he wanted to be around her, he thought it wasn't the best idea.

“Your shorty sleep?” Fuck it. He gave up. He had to see her, he would just have to figure out how to keep his hormones in check when she was around him.

“Yeah, why?”

“Come downstairs. I wanna see you.” He hung up, not giving her a chance to argue with him or come up with a million reasons why she shouldn’t because he knew that was exactly what she would have done.

With his hand on his gun, which was in his lap, he closed his eyes with his head back and waited. About ten minutes later, he heard a light tap on the passenger side window, which made him tighten his grip on his gun until he realized it was Yami. He reached for the glove compartment, opened it and put the gun inside before he unlocked the doors to let her in.

She slid her small frame into his leather seat and frowned at him. She was dressed in a pair of sweats that clung to her body and stopped at her calves, with an off the shoulder sweatshirt. The word PINK was printed across it and down her leg, which he knew were Victoria’s Secret because of his sister, so he immediately started to imagine what she had on under them. He noted the fact that he didn't see any bra straps, which meant that she probably didn't have one on unless it was strapless. Just thinking about that had him semi-erect.

“Why are you sitting outside my sister’s building?”

He looked at her as his tongue glided across his bottom lip, eyes low and red because he hadn't come down off his high yet, and smiled. “Because I wanted to see you. I been thinking about your little ass since I left you earlier.”

“I bet,” Yami mumbled, which made him laugh a little.

He knew she probably thought that he had been with another female. Miego pressed the power button to let the back of his seat down, and when he had it where he wanted, he turned to face her.

“Come over here.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I’m not about to have sex with you in this car.”

“Did I say shit about sex? I just asked your moody ass to come over here. I want you close, and if I wanted to be up in you right now I could, you know it and I know. I know your panties are soaked just from being this close to me, so get your little ass over here.”

Yami looked at him and shook her head. He was so damn rude, she just couldn't believe him sometimes. But it turned her on, she couldn't deny that. She just didn't want him to think he could control her.

“Yami, stop fucking playing and come over here.” His eyes were still closed, so he wasn't even looking at her.

She exhaled and then climbed over the center console until she was on top of him, straddling his waist. When he felt her body on top of his, he opened his eye just enough to see her, and a smirk spread across his face. “Damn, your ass had to make that shit a fucking movement, shorty.”

“Shut up.” She grinned and punched him in the chest, but her little hand didn't faze him in the least.

“Now you wanna tell me why you had a damn attitude when I called you?”

Because I felt like you were with some hoe when you said you were going home. “I didn't.”

“Yes the fuck you did. If you wanna know where I was, ask. I’m not gon’ lie to you. I don't have a reason to.”

“Where were you?”

Miego placed his large hands under her sweatshirt and Yami held her breath just a little as they glided across her stomach, to her sides, and then up her back. He smiled when he didn't feel a bra, but he let his hands move back down her body until they were on her stomach again. When he was done, without notice, he lifted her sweatshirt to look at her stomach, but she grabbed it and yanked it back to its original position.

“The fuck, shorty? Let me see.”

“Answer my question,” she demanded.

“I was with my boy, Train, smoking. I know you can smell that shit on me, and I’m high as fuck right now, so you know I’m not lying.” Miego lifted her sweatshirt again, just enough to see her stomach, but not enough to expose her breasts, even though he wanted to.

“Damn, your stomach is flat as fuck. You sure that’s your daughter? Nothing about your body looks like you had a kid, shorty.” Miego was focused on her stomach while one hand held her shirt up and the other glided across her skin. The situation was awkward, but Yami was melting under his touch.

“Yes, dumbass, why would I lie about that?”

“Shit, your ass think I lie about everything, so why can't I think you would lie about something?” he said, looking serious as hell.