nyla's pov
I opened my front door revealing a fine ass looking Billie. She was in a black Tee with basketball shorts. This girl was able to make the most casual outfits look so good on her. Maybe it's her demeanor and how she carries herself paired with the outfits, but everything about her is so fine.
It's literally taking everything in me to not give into her.
"Hi pretty." She leaned in to give me a hug. She engulfed me into her arms allowing me to momentarily get lost in her warmth. She smelled so good and being this close to her felt even better.
One thing I love is some physical affection.
Once she pulled away she smiled down at me as she scanned my body up and down not even trying to hide it. "So you gon get me right?"
"Mhm. You want me to straighten your hair or something once we're done?" I asked as I turned around and headed for my garage. Billie followed after closing and locking the door behind us.
"I was actually thinking that you could braid my hair."
I turned around a gave her a deadpanned look. "You wanna be a nigga so bad."
"Nah not like some cornrows. I'm talking 'bout like 2 lil dutch braids or sum."
I ushered her towards the chair so that she could sit as I agreed to do the braids for her. She better be glad that she's my last client for the day because I would never do a last minute style on someone.
Once she sat down I covered her with a cape so that no dye or anything would get onto her clothes.
I looked towards my vanity trying to decide which comb I wanted to use in order to part her hair. One thing about me is that I loved being organized. Especially when it came down to my work, I needed to be organized and keep things in order. So before she even got here I had set out all the things I would need to do her hair.
Since her hair was already parted down the middle as she was wearing her hair down with a middle part. I just began parting across her head in order to make her hair into 4 sections.
"Pretty ass," said Billie. I looked up to see her eyes connect with mine as she sat there and watched me.
"I'm finna stab you with this comb. No flirting." I said trying not to show that I was slightly grinning.
"My fault," she chuckled. "How was your day though?"
"It was gooood. I had about 6 other clients before you."
"What styles you do?"
"Like 3 knotless, 2 sew ins, and a wig install."
"That's wassup. I know you get money huh."
"Stop pocket watching."
"Nah I'm tryna see if our pockets twinning or not."
"And if they aren't?"
"It's fine. I'll spoil you either way," she said smugly.
I think the fact that she's fine helps her get away with being corny. Like even though she's irritating I find myself trying to hide my smile. Part of me really wants to give into her and start talking to her but I don't trust myself...or her
Billie's the type that if she can fuck good and treat me better I'd be sprung in a heart beat. I'm so touch deprived it's not even funny. I haven't given a nigga the time of day in over 2 years.
"Billie.. you do not want me." I said as I began putting on gloves preparing to dye her hair.
She smacked her lips seemingly catching an attitude. "You seen how desperate I was acting just tryna get your number and you gon stand there and tell me that I don't want you?"
