My pussy was wet right then.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I knew you’d like getting slapped on that perfect ass. That pretty pussy is wet right now, isn’t it?”
“You know it is.” I smiled down at my hands, trying to shield my face with my shoulder from Navy’s view.
“Before I go, I want you to find a way to tell me who your pussy belongs to without your sister catching on.” I wanted to ask him if his dick got hard making me squirm the way he did. I already knew the answer though. Evander liked making me uncomfortable. He liked making me bend.
A light and airy laugh popped out of my mouth. “I told you, Evander…you can borrow it. No problem. It’s still mine though. I’ll see you when you get home.” I ended the call and in the next second my phone chimed with a text.
DD: You know you fucked up, right? –devil emoji-
I hid the phone and allowed myself a small smile. I was going to be on pins and needles waiting for him to get home and spank me.
I blinked away the lust in my eyes and looked up at my sister who was practically punching me in the face with that intense gaze of hers. “He thinks it’s a great idea,” I said, clasping my hands together. “Now, I need to figure out how much to charge.”
“Xari, I don’t know what conversation you think you just had but I know it wasn’t about playing the harp. Not the way you were blushing and talking. He was saying some nasty stuff on the phone, wasn’t he? Oh my god. You know what…don’t answer that. Senator Freeman has always reminded me of Dad so I can’t see him that way.”
“Reminded you of Dad?” I barked out a laugh. My father was handsome but he wasn’t Evander. I wanted to point out to Navy that our father didn’t have tattoos where Evander was decorated. Dad didn’t have abs of marble and gold even though he worked out regularly. Our father was nothing like Evander Freeman.
“I mean not exactly but yes,” she reasoned. “Now you’re talking dirty to him and screwing him…ugh. This is why we can’t have nice things, Xari.”
“Whatever. You’re reaching. I’m not fucking him.”
“Don’t fall in love, please. I’ve never seen you in love so I don’t know what your range of craziness is and I’m not prepared to find out.”
“I’m not going to fall in love, Navy,” I rolled my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Even the word love made me revolt. I never wanted to fall in love with anyone. I was already in love with music.
“Uh-huh. Whatever. Now, let’s work on this price.”
We spent an hour working out prices and settled on $300.00 per hour. I had to figure in cost for transporting Sunshine to and from different venues along with outfits because let’s be serious. I had to look fabulous.
Once we worked out pricing and I set up a PayPal account with my new business name, Sunshine Strings, I responded to Damon Philips’s message.
Navy looked at me with wide brown eyes that matched my own then she smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Xari! You’re starting to come into your own and it looks good on you. Even if you are fucking Senator Freeman.”
“Oh my god. I’m not,” I giggled.
“You are so fucking him. Where’d this hickey come from?” She poked my neck and I swatted her hand away.
“I burned myself.”
“Liar. Burns don’t look like that. That’s a bruise from broken capillaries under the skin.”
“Oh god, Doctor Oz. Calm down. Why do you have to know where every mark on my body comes from?”
“I don’t. I’m just letting you know that I know what’s going on.” I opened my mouth to protest when my phone chimed with an Instagram notification. Damon responded to my message.
Holy shit.
“Oh my god, Navy…he responded!”
“Read it!” We huddled together on my bed and it felt like when we were kids and we actually got along. She got on my nerves sometimes but there was nothing like having my big sister by my side.
Damon’s message read:
I’m all in. Let’s do this. Here’s my fiancé, Nicole’s information. Call her ASAP. 234-432-1155.
My hands shook as I dialed the number and pressed the phone to my ear. How was this happening so fast? Did things in the celebrity world normally happen that way? Was everything fast like lightning?
“Hello? Xari?” She already knew I’d call.
“Hi! Nicole?” My voice squeaked.
“Yeah, how are you? I’m so glad to speak to you. I saw your video last night and I told Dame to find you. Girl, you’re amazing.”
My tongue was dry and swollen but I tried to speak anyway. “Oh my god, thank you,” I said, trying not to let on to the fact that my teeth were chattering.
“So, I see here that you charge three hundred per hour? Do you have an agent or manager?”
“No,” I frowned. I hadn’t even thought about having an agent until I got a seat as a principal harpist. Until then I was playing to get better. I was playing until I was invited to perform with an orchestra or something else. Never in a million years did I think about booking events. “It’s just me right now.”
“Can you travel?”
“If my ticket is being taken care of, then I have no objection to traveling,” I smiled.
“Oh, okay. I’ll take care of your ticket and hotel plus the hourly fee. The wedding will be two hours long and the reception will be until the bar shuts down. You’ll be paid for every hour you stick around. Can you send me your contract?”
I didn’t have a contract.
“Sure,” I said with enthusiasm.
“Great! I saw on your page that you play a lot of modern music in additional to classical, can you do a mixture like that?”
“I can. I specialize in nineties R&B for modern music so I can play pretty much anything from that era. Anything else, I’d need time to practice.” Nicole squeaked when I mentioned R&B. I knew then I’d found a kindred spirit.
We worked out the rest of the details of the wedding, which was coming up in a matter of weeks, then we ended the call. I looked at Navy and said, “I need to figure out a contract. Know any lawyers?”
“Do you know anything about your boss?” She laughed.
“Evander? Is he a lawyer?” My face scrunched into a frown.
“Um, yeah. He went to Howard University Law School, Xari. He passed the bar in 2014.”
“Shit. Okay, Evander. I see you.”
“See? He’s not just good for sex,” she said rolling her eyes.
“Fuck you, Navy. I’m not sleeping with him.”
“You’re lying. Now, call Mom and Dad, please.”
“Okay, okay…”
…
FIFTEEN
My head was everywhere but where it belonged. I was supposed to co-sponsor a bill for low-income families to have an equal opportunity for a shot at private school education through scholarships and funding. But all I could think about was going over revisions for my book.
If I broke it down into fifty pages per day, I could be done in four days. It would be tough but I could get it done if I really sank my teeth into it. Thinking of sinking my teeth into something made me think about Xari’s perfect ass and how soft it was. My fingers melted against her golden silk skin.