Page 8 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"Bitch, you too damn calm for me."

"And?"

"I need more than a smile. I need ass shaking. I need hands on knees and for you to make a couple bad decisions."

I laughed. "A couple?"

"Yes. Get loose and do something you never did before."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm serious."

"I know you are. That's the scary part."

Before she could come up with another comeback, one of the bottle girls stopped in front of our table carrying a bottle of Rosé.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?"

"This bottle was sent over for you."

"For me?"

"Ohhhhhhh shit!" Armani squealed, sitting up straighter. "Bitch!"

"I didn't order no damn bottle."

The bottle girl smiled. "You didn't. A gentleman purchased it for you."

"I don't want it."

Armani looked at me like I'd lost my damn mind. "Bitch, are you crazy!"

"I said I don't want it."

"It's champagne."

"I don't care if it's Jesus Juice. I ain't accepting no drink from no random man."

The bottle girl laughed. "He said there are no strings attached."

"Girl, that's exactly what somebody with strings would say."

Armani was already reaching for the bottle, but I smacked her hand. "Stop touching shit."

"Ain't nobody ask you."

The bottle girl laughed harder. "If it'll make you feel better, he's not asking you to come over to his section or anything. He just wanted to send you a bottle."

I looked at Armani and her thirsty ass was already giving me that look. The one that said, Girl, don't embarrass me.

"Fine," I sighed.

Armani clapped her hands together. "Thank you!"

"But if he come over here acting crazy..."