Sweet Seduction

Chapter Six: Dinner with Egoistic Business Men

Chapter Six: Dinner With Egoistic Business Men

Two days later I was in my room getting dressed and glaring at the outfit that Miranda had brought over for me to wear. Her mom had demanded that I wear this dress because it was a formal event but I hated dresses. In my eyes it was just another way for a nigga to ogle my legs and admire my figure. The beautiful velvety red dress fell mid-thigh showing off my shapely legs. It clung to every curve of my body. I had to live with the fact I still had to go outside and all the niggas were going to see me in this skin tight little dress.

The top of it barely covered the curves of my breasts and I couldn’t help but wonder what had prompted Miranda to grab these damn hoochie dresses. Deny it all she wanted but I knew her mom would never pick these hoochie dresses. It was one thing to wear hoochie shorts and shit but it was quite another to wear dresses that would reveal everything if you even slightly bent over. I didn’t understand what was so important about this damn dinner. I had never had to wear dresses or skirts. Then again I had only gone to one business dinner at their house.

“Girl you look so sexy, no homo,” Miranda squealed.

I laughed. “Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself, no homo,” I said looking over at her.

She laughed. “Well you know we have to leave in a few minutes and you still haven’t figured what shoes you’re going to wear. My Mom is going to flip if we don’t get there in the next thirty minutes.”

“Alright, alright,” I said walking over to my closet and bending down to look for a pair of shoes.

“Damn, cover your fat ass up,” Miranda screamed. “I’m not trying to see all that!”

I laughed loudly. “Well don’t look at me then heifer!” I replied straightening up to grin at her.

She shook her head and turned the other way. Bending back down I searched around not seeing any I decided to go check my Mom’s closet. She had an abundance of shoes in her room.  She used to dress up for my Dad all the time. Walking out of my room I rushed to hers brushing my hair over my shoulders. Rushing straight to the closet I looked on the floor and immediately saw a pair of black and red heels that I knew would be perfect. We were around the same exact size. I was a seven and she was seven and a half depending on the brand of the shoe. Sliding into the heels I rushed out the room and nearly bumped into Miranda in the hallway.

“Let’s go,” she said handing me my purse.

Going to the stairs at a fast pace I took my keys from my purse and pulled the door open locking it behind us both. The instant I went down the steps the niggas next door started whistling loudly. I looked across and my eyes met Quinn’s grey ones. I felt frozen in time as I looked at him. The Sunday I had spent with him had been one of the best Sunday’s of my life but I had been ignoring his calls and doing my best to avoid him. It wasn’t anything that he had done. It was just that I felt like he was getting too close to me in such a short period of time. I admired him for what he had done to my Dad. I liked his swag, the way he spoke and by the end of the evening I had been enjoying that arrogance he exuded. It had me dreaming about him and wanting to get to know him more than I should want to at this stage.

Continuing walking I couldn’t help but look back at him over my shoulder. A smile was across his face and he licked his lips as he eyed me.

“Yo Carmen!” he called. “You’re looking good as fuck ma!”

“Thanks,” I responded rolling my eyes.

“Fa’real, where are you going? You act like you can’t answer a niggas text messages or calls,” he said looking me dead in the eye.