Pretty Packages by Mi'Chelle Dodson Page A

Bartley nudging him, he might have turned all five women down.
    “No more autographs,” Fabian told a sixth woman who walked up to their table a minute later. No amount of nudging was going to work this time.
    “Oh, I didn’t come over here to get your autograph,” the woman in all pink clarified. “I came over here to ask him to dance,” she added, pointing and looking seductively at Kentucky .
     
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    Giada instantly narrowed her eyes at the woman in pink. Jealousy shot through her body like it never had when women approached Fabian. She stiffened in her seat.
    Though the woman before them was built like an Amazon with her height and thick curves, she was exactly the kind of woman Kentucky would date. This was the kind of woman that he didn’t have to wonder if she could handle him in the bedroom.
    You don’t have to be big to know how to handle a big man. Giada recalled how she had handled Kentucky once upon a time.
    “Actually, I’m on duty tonight . . .” Kentucky began, about to politely turn the beautiful caramel-skinned island bird down.
    “Actually, he’s not,” Fabian interrupted, giving his bodyguard a look that broached no argument.
    “Or at least not as much as he thinks. Tonight we’re all mixing business with pleasure. Feel free to dance all you want, Kentucky . You can even ask your lady friend to join us if she wants to.”
    Giada wanted to protest so badly, but she knew she couldn’t. If she did, she would give her true feelings toward Kentucky away.
    “I would like that very much, Kentucky ,” the woman said, giving him a lustful smile as she repeated the name she just heard Fabian say. “By the way, my name is Pinky.” She extended a manicured hand in greeting.
    “Nice to meet you, Pinky.” Kentucky smiled, showing off those gorgeous teeth of his as he shook her hand. “I love that outfit.”
    “Nice to meet you, too. And thanks,” Pinky said, accepting his praise of her sexy pink minidress. She reluctantly released his hand.
    “Do you want to dance now or sit and talk for a while?” Kentucky asked, moving over just in case.
    “I’d like to dance first.” Pinky chuckled huskily. “You can tell a lot about a man by the way he moves on the dance floor.”
    Kentucky chuckled, too. “That goes both ways, you know.” He rose to his feet. “Page my phone if you need me for anything,” he turned to tell Fabian, proving that he hadn’t forgotten that he was still on semiduty.
    Fabian nodded. “I will. Now go have some fun with your lady.” He pulled Giada closer and added, “I know I’m going to have tons of fun with mine tonight.”
    Giada blushed with embarrassment. Inside she was fit to be tied.
    Bartley rolled his eyes with disgust.
    Kentucky simply turned around and left with the lady in pink.
    “Why did you embarrass me like that, Fabian?” Giada hissed under her breath when the other couple had gone.
    Fabian looked shocked. “As much kissing and hugging as we’ve done around Kentucky and you chose that statement to be embarrassed about?”
    “We haven’t done all that around her ,” Giada retorted, sending a suspicious look Pinky’s way. “At least we know Kenny. We don’t know this woman from Eve.”
    Fabian bristled at her almost reverential use of Kentucky ’s nickname. He suddenly looked very irritated. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous,” Fabian fired back.
    Giada scoffed. “Of her? Please.” She waved a dismissive hand in the air. She turned back to face Fabian. “Besides, why would I be jealous of her? She’s not after my man. My man is still right here by my side.” She gave Fabian a heated look that quickly chased all of his suspicions away.
    Bartley rolled his eyes again. “I think I need something stronger. Waitress?” He hailed the nearest one. “Your best vodka on the rocks, please.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Though Giada did her best to hide her jealousy toward Pinky, she couldn’t seem to shake