As Special click-clacked down the hallway in stilettos, an olive-complected man with brown freckles caught her attention.
Wow! She slapped him across the face.
"Ouch!" He rubbed his left cheek to ease the sting. "What was that for?!"
"You're fine as fuck." She flicked the tip of his dick. "How long are you staying tonight?"
He wore nothing but a black band on his left ring finger.
"I'm leaving in a few minutes. Why?" He thought she was straitjacket crazy.
She didn't answer.
She licked her lips and walked past him, leaving him hanging the same way she did Dell.
She paced up the red carpeted stairs that led to Niccolo's office. All the guys below watched with envy. Something told her to look below as she reached the green door that had a triangular outline. She saw them hawking at every curve that drove them off the cliff as she walked inside the office.
"Hey, baby." She pranced like a kitten toward Niccolo.
He leaned back when she reached for a hug. "Take a shower first."
She frowned. "I didn't play tonight."
"You didn't play with Dell?"
"No. He just gave me head." She paused to think. "Wait, how you know I was with Dell?"
"It's my club. I know everything." He saw Special reach in her purse and asked, "What's that?"
"A check." She handed him a personal check that she wrote out for $250. "It's for tonight's package to host my party."
He walked behind his desk to slip the check in his drawer. "I'm sure this will come in handy someday." He rejoined her at the bar to pour tequila in two whiskey glasses. "Your gift was mailed. Expect to see it sometime next week."
"Why couldn't you just hand it to me?"
"That's too easy." He played hard ball. "You should wear a blonde wig to go with it."
"Why blonde?" Special was naturally black-haired.
"I wanna fuck you in that color." Niccolo laughed before changing the subject. "Why didn't you give Dell some ying yang?"
"Why should I?" She was taken aback by the question. "Should I not play with you?"
"I suppose," he replied.
She placed the gold crown that Dell had worn on Niccolo's head. "When I play, I play with the best."
His head was filled with gas.
Niccolo knew Dell was Jonesing for Special. A part of him rejected her, but Special was like her name...Special. Too sexy to pass up.
For her birthday, she got dolled up to the nines. She enticed Niccolo to give her whatever she wanted regardless of how Dell might've felt about it. He stood his ground as she continued.
"I don't want Dell or anyone else for my birthday. I wanted my party at the club to see you. I could've gone anywhere else," she confessed.
"Thanks, baby. I appreciate you." He handed her the glass of tequila to propose a toast. "Cheers to another year of great health and sex."
"Cheers." She clinked her glass onto his and said, "I have a birthday wish."
"What's that?"
She hesitated to answer, like telling your parents you got expelled from school. She tried tiptoeing around the issue, but said fuck it. She had an itch that needed to be scratched.
