Sexy Little Liar by Noire Page B

with her. After slummin’ around in the grimy Harlem projects and the pissy stairwells and polluted hallways, it felt real damn good to be rolling up on some highly polished luxury. I peeped the Bentleys and the Rolls-Royce parked in the driveway, and the Mercedes and Dane’s bangin’ Hummer were both up under the awning. Off to my left, I could see the Diva Dominion Business Jet sitting off in the distance under an aluminum-top awning all its own.
    Right off the bat I noticed that Barron’s ultra sleek 2012 Maybach Landaulet was missing, and I was glad his tight, stuck-up ass wasn’t around to be a buster on everybody’s mood.
    Durant, one of the young security dudes, musta heard the gate open because he came outside in his hot little uniform holding his walkie-talkie and tryna look real important. I giggled like hell when I thought about how he had tried to shoo me and Bunni the hell off the property when we drove up in a yellow cab looking broke and sexy and trying to crash the Dominions’ Fourth of July barbeque. Bunni had been rocking a pair of coochie-cutter shorts that made that nigga drool all over his shiny little silver badge.
    â€œBaby D!” Bunni screeched and hopped outta the truck before Uncle Suge could even put it in park. She ran across the wide driveway and jumped all over the security dude, hugging and kissing him like they went way back.
    â€œA’ight, now.” Uncle Suge chuckled as Bunni’s tits and booty jiggled all over the poor young’un. “Don’t hurt him, Bunni. The boy’s got a job to do, so don’t hurt him now.”
    Something was jiggling in me too as I looked up at the beautiful house that was so damn big my eyes couldn’t take it all in at once. There were butterflies in my stomach that were flipping and fluttering, and making me wonder what the hell I was doing coming back here to dip my greedy little fingers in these folks’ honey-pot once again.
    The first time I’d bust up in the mansion everything had been just a big game to me. A hustle. A challenge. A great big con that if I could pull it off, was supposed to solve all my cash-flow problems and leave me sitting pretty for a good minute. But this time it was different. It wasn’t a simple hit-it-and-quit-it type of thang no more. I didn’t have a problem lying or manipulating or scheming to get what I needed outta life, but some kinda way this whole grimy caper had turned into building relationships and fuckin’ with other people’s feelings. I guess it felt harder this time because I knew these people now, and they thought they knew me too. Especially Selah.
    Two servants came out to get our suitcases outta the back of the truck and I turned to Uncle Suge and stepped up on him real close.
    â€œThanks for coming to pick us up from the airport.”
    He looked down at me and nodded, then touched the brim of his dope Stetson hat. “You can ride with me anytime, baby.”
    â€œAm I gonna see you later on tonight?”
    His sexy eyes twinkled and the grin he flashed me made my thick nipples ache.
    â€œYou wanna see me?”
    â€œHell yeah I do,” I told him, and I said that shit real bold too, ’cause Mizz LaRue had no problem telling a nigga what she wanted.
    Uncle Suge nodded again, and I could tell by the hungry look in his eyes that if we hadn’t been standing outside his brother’s house in broad daylight he woulda snatched me up and stuck his tongue down my throat. He probably woulda tossed me back in his truck and fucked the shit outta me too.
    Biting his lower lip like he was holding himself back, he tapped me lightly on my ass and turned away. “I’ll call you later. It won’t take me long. Maybe an hour or so, okay?”
    I grinned and nodded. “ ’Kay. I’ll be ready for you. Later.”
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    One of the servants told us that Selah and Fallon had gone out shopping but that