Baller Bitches by Deja King Page A

my hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As I gave myself a final glance over in the full-length mirror I felt this gave me the perfect understated yet sexy appeal. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Blair,” my doorman greeted me when I got off the elevator downstairs.
    “Good afternoon to you too,” I smiled, brushing past him in a hurry.
    “Someone is waiting for you,” he said admiringly. “He’s been out there for awhile. He must think you’re some kind of special.”
    I didn’t know what my doorman was talking about until I walked outside and saw Kirk parked in front of my building in his white Bentley. “Please don’t think I’m a crazy stalker I just had to see you again. I wasn’t confident you would put my phone number to use so I came to you,” Kirk admitted when he got out his car.
    “I don’t know what to say.”
    “Say you’ll let me take you to lunch.”
    “I would…I mean I can’t…”
    “Which one is it?” he asked cutting me off with his signature half smile.
    “I meant I would but I can’t because I have to go to work and I’m already running late.”
    “Then let me give you a ride.”
    “No you don’t have to.”
    “Do we have to go through this all over again? I’ve been sitting out here for over an hour the least you can do is let me give you a ride.”
    “I can’t believe you’ve been out here for that long. Don’t you have a game, practice…something?”
    “I had practice this morning and afterwards I came straight over here. I wasn’t sure if I would miss you but you don’t seem like you get up early in the morning so I was willing to take my chances.”
    “I guess it worked out for you.”
    “Only if you let me give you a ride.”
    “Fine,” I laughed. There was no denying I was flattered by his attention and he was so cute doing it.
    “Yes,” he responded by pumping his fist in the air before opening the passenger door for me. “So where are we headed?”
    “63 Ganesvoort.”
    “That’s in the Meat Packing District…right?”
    “That’s right.”
    “You said you’re going to work, so you have another job besides pursuing your acting career?”
    “Actually, that publicist Diamond was talking about she got me the job.”
    “Damn, she’s fast.”
    “I know. She called me at the last minute and I was so surprised.”
    “So what are you going to be doing?”
    “I’m supposed to be the lead in Skee Patron’s new video.”
    “Congratulations. That’s a good look for you.”
    ‘Yeah, it’s totally unexpected. One minute I’m trying to figure out how I can get myself some exposure the next I’m booked as the lead in the video for the biggest artist in hip hop. It’s amazing what a great publicist can do.”
    “That is very true. You get the right team, ain’t no telling how far you can go. And I think you can go far, Blair.”
    “You’re gonna make me blush.”
    “That’s a good thing.”
    “But seriously, I love how supportive you are.”
    “Everybody needs support. I don’t care how successful you become.”
    “What about you…you’re clearly on top of your game. I doubt you need any support.”
    “Yes I do. The higher you go the more support you need but it’s a different kind of support.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Everybody knows who you are so it’s important to align yourself with people who really believe in you and not just jumping on the train ‘cause you already winning.”
    “Well I know you’re busy but it would mean a lot to me if you stayed during the video shoot…you know and be my support.”
    “I would love to.” I locked eyes with Kirk for a moment before glancing out the window and noticing we had pulled up in front of The Double Seven. All eyes seemed to be on us as we got out the car.
    “That is some way to make an entrance; I’m Kennedy in case you don’t remember.”
    “I do, hi!”
    “You look great and you look even better stepping out that