Page 69 of The Pleasure Zone

Pasha laughed as she handed back her credit card, then handed her the receipt to sign.

“Mommy, can I take my baby brother to Trisha’s birthday party?”

“No, sweetie,” she said, handing her signed copy back to Pasha. “You’re not takin’ your brotha wit’ you.” She stuffed her wallet and the receipt down in her bag.

“How come, Mommy? I want Cassie to see him.”

“He’s not goin’, hun. Now stop askin’ me. And who is this Cassie chick?”

“My other girlfriend,” he answered.

“Whaat?” she shrieked. “What other girlfriend? How many you think you have?”

He counted off on his little fingers, then said, “Six.”

She yanked his hand. “Girl, let me get out of here before I have a stroke.”

Pasha chuckled. “Bye, girl. You’re gonna have your hands full with him. He’s definitely gonna be a heartbreaker.”

She sucked her teeth, dragging him toward the door. “Girl, please. His lil’ fresh butt gonna have me put a lock on it. He on his way to becoming a manwhore if I don’t watch him closely.”

The little boy looked back at Nairobia and waved. Then did the unthinkable.

He blew her a kiss as he walked out of the door.

Nairobia clutched her neck. “Oh, my.”

Pasha laughed. “Girl, that one right there is too much. C’mon back so I can lay my hands in that luscious hair.”

Nairobia smiled. “Pasha, my darling, you can lay your hands wherever you like. For the next hour, I’m all yours…”

THIRTY

“Yo, we need to talk.”

Nairobia looked up to see Lamar standing in the doorway of her office two days later. His tone was even, his face expressionless. But behind his dark shades, his dark-chocolate orbs were filled with lust. He didn’t know what the hell was going on with him. It was like the more he was around her, the more drawn he was to her.

He knew it was all kinds of wrong, which is why he hadn’t gone out to L.A. with her. He needed to put some distance between them. Keep their interactions strictly at the club. If she needed protecting outside of the club, he’d decided to assign one of his partners for the job.

The shit with her was fucking up his flow. Had his mind all over the place.

And that vision he had of her up on her desk playing with herself didn’t help any. He played that night over and over in his head nonstop, his dick hardening at the imagery stamped in his brain.

Lamar was pissed at himself for not having better control over the situation. He’d never let a broad get up in his head the way Nairobia had in such a short time. She had to be into some sort of voodoo bullshit, witchcraft, or some other type of trickery to have him becoming obsessed with her. He was certain of it. The bitch was a sorceress.

She just had to be.

He also blamed his weakening resolve on the lack of pussy and head in his life lately. It’d been fou

r days since he’d last bust a nut. Thanks to his girl being on the rag. He always loved fucking his girls while they were on their menstrual. But Lana wouldn’t have any of that. She thought it nasty. Unclean. And disrespectful to be asked to indulge in such acts. She was bugging. And her prudish-ass was starting to wear Lamar’s patience thin. It was bad enough he was still ticked off at her for not being considerate enough to top him off with some head last night.

Pure fucking selfish!

Bottom line, Lamar was on edge. And he knew if he didn’t blow a load soon, he was going to explode.

Nairobia’s eyes twinkled as she took in the sight of him. Hands clenched tight, she knew he was packing a weapon in the small of his back, but she was dying to see the one that hung between his legs.

“About…?” she said coolly. Then she boldly licked her lips.