“Aye, do me a favor,” Nite said, inhaling a thick cloud of smoke. “You know I’d do anything for you. Name it and I’ll do it,” she cooed. “Lose my number.” He ended the call before Mika could get anything out. “Nigel!” Hunter laughed. “What? You wanted me to have small talk with the hoe?” “Not while my booty juices are on your top lip.”
