𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟏𝟑: 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠

Sitting in the office cafeteria, I couldn’t focus on anything except Beyoncé. She was across the room, standing with Victoria, and looking so good it was almost criminal. I mean, who even let her come in here dressed like that? Black, loose pants hanging off her hips just right, a white shirt with a few buttons casually undone, and black stilettos that could probably end a man’s life. Her hair was down, loose waves flowing all the way to her back. I licked my lips without even thinking about it. My eyes roamed over the veins on her hands, up her neck, tracing their way to her lips and then her chest.

Damn.

And just like that, her eyes locked on mine.

Shit. I snapped my head back to Cassie and Lauren, trying to pretend I wasn’t just practically eye-fucking Beyoncé from across the room. Cassie, of course, noticed. “Too late,” she said, a smirk on her face. “Your wifey’s coming over.”

I shot her a look, but before I could say anything, Beyoncé was standing right in front of me. “Onika,” she said, her voice smooth, like velvet.

I cursed under my breath, trying to pull it together. With a grin, I looked up at her, acting like I wasn’t losing my mind over here. “What’s up?”

“Mind if I steal you for a minute?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Sure,” I said, trying not to sound too eager, but also trying not to sound like I was dreading this. Because, yeah, part of me was still riding that high from this morning, but another part of me felt like I was walking around with a neon sign that said Beyoncé ate me out and I moaned like a little bitch.

She led me toward Victoria’s office, and I followed her like a lost puppy. Inside, she sat down and started scrolling on her phone, completely unbothered. Me? I was just awkwardly standing there, trying to look anywhere but at her.

Should I bring it up? Like, we just made out hardcore last night, and now we’re here like nothing happened? I didn’t even know how to flirt with her anymore. How do you flirt with someone who just had their head between your legs this morning?

Trying to break the silence, I cleared my throat. “So... about this morning—”

“Hmm?” Beyoncé barely looked up from her phone, her focus locked on whatever was happening on that screen.

“I, uh... I was thinking maybe you could come over tonight?” I asked, my voice trying to sound confident but coming off more like a squeak. Smooth, Onika. Real smooth.

She glanced up at me, her expression unreadable for a second. “I come over?” She arched a brow, clearly amused.

I nodded, feeling all my swag completely drain out of me. “Yeah, I mean... if you’re down for that.”

Beyoncé put her phone down on the desk, finally giving me her full attention. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, and I swear, she did it just to mess with me. “How about you come to my place?”