Page 14 of Stat: Love In Scrubs

“Yes! Mild, please, and add bleu cheese.”

We decided on drinks and then gave our order to the server before starting the game.

I knew this already, but baby was a big time shit talker.

I was beyond entertained watching her swing with everything in her.

Every time her ball made it into the zone, she danced.

If only she knew I didn’t give a damn whether I won or lost. I just wanted to know she was having a good time.

“You know it’s your turn, right?” she asked with a smile.

“My bad. I was a bit distracted by all that ass you been throwing each time you get the ball into the zones.”

She smiled and turned my way to bounce her ass again, with her tongue out. I couldn’t stop the smile I’d had on my face since she walked out of her front door if I tried.

“Keep it up, and we’re going to make a group bathroom run.”

She burst into laughter as she walked around me to sit back on the couch, then took a sip of her drink. I took my turn effortlessly, sending the ball into the zone. Her mouth dropped open. I had been playing so she could win all night, and figured I would show her a little something.

She crossed her arms and smiled. “You’ve been letting me win, huh?” she asked.

“Nah, I’ve just been enjoying your company, baby. I loosened up on this last one.”

“If you say so. But, I’m not going for you telling folks you let me win,” she laughed.

I held up my arms in mock surrender. “You got it, Boss lady. You want me to help you fix your stance?” I asked.

She lifted a brow, wiped her hand on a napkin, then walked over to stand in front of me. Then glanced over her shoulder.

“I know this is your opportunity to rub up on my ass, but don’t go crazy with it, Big Daddy,” she winked.

The way Daddy rolled off her tongue, it held a different flare that caused my dick to harden. I placed my hand over my shit, silently trying to calm the fuck down. She knew what she was doing when she said that shit. Yara wanted to feel me hard and needy against her.

I wasted no time placing my hard length against her ass. Her deep inhale told me everything I needed to know. I leaned into the crook of her neck, then placed a kiss along the length of her neck, before making my way up to her ear.

“This what you wanted, Boss Lady? I’m only here to oblige.” I whispered in her ear.

The club she held slipped from her fingertips, so she dipped low, then slowly brushed her ass over my length. I bit down on my lower lip, then ran my tongue over it.

“Maybe. You still plan to show me how to get my posture together?” she asked.

I chuckled and placed my hand over hers, guiding the club back into her grip even though neither of us gave a damn about the game anymore.

“Posture’s perfect from back here,” I murmured, my voice thick with want.

She tilted her head toward me, lips just inches from mine.

“You sure you ain’t about to risk it all in this booth, Doc?”

I let out a low laugh, then slid my hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me again—just long enough to let her feel it.

“Nah, not here. But I’ma need you to stop testing me in public like this, baby. You gon’ fuck around and get told to bend over the damn table.”

She smirked, grabbed the club, and lined up her swing again like she wasn’t just seconds away from making me forget where we were.

“This is your last warning,” I said, still behind her. “Keep playing, and I’ma cancel these wings and nachos I ordered and take you to the crib instead.”

She swung.

Hit the ball clean and far.

“I think I’m getting better,” she said sweetly, like she didn’t just grind her ass against me two seconds ago.

I shook my head and backed away, adjusting myself casually. “Yeah… better at being a damn menace.”

She giggled as my phone vibrated, providing me with the perfect distraction.

I pulled my phone from my pocket to see that it was Esa’s tablet calling.

I glanced at the clock and realized she was getting ready for bed.

She loved to call to say goodnight. Even while at work, I would make time to answer her before she went to bed. It was our thing.

I took a seat beside Yara as she grabbed a piece of chicken from the basket in front of us.

Then answered, waiting for Esa to pop up on the screen.

It wasn’t long before she materialized on the screen, wearing a bonnet with her character pajamas.

She had a big grin on her face. Esa was looking everywhere but at me, so I knew she had to be looking for Yara.

I’d told her we were going on a grown-up date, and that she could go to the next one.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said, waving enthusiastically.

I laughed.

“Hey, baby girl. You getting ready to go to bed?” I asked.

She nodded, then pointed at the screen.

“Where are you?”

“We’re at Top Golf,” I answered.

“Where is Ms. Sinclair? I want to see her.”

I shook my head at her bossy little self. Then turned the camera to face Yara, who was killing that chicken wing. The moment she noticed Esa, she grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth, then smiled.

“Hi, Ms. Sinclair,” Esa said, waving wildly again.

“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing up this late, little lady?” Yara asked her.

I could see my baby getting shy now as she pulled her blanket up to block her smile.

“To tell my daddy goodnight.” She told her.

“Well, that’s sweet of you. I’ll let you get back to that, and I’ll see you at school.”

I could tell it satisfied Esa with that response, so I turned the camera back to face me.

“I knew you would like her daddy, that’s why I pretended that day — I mean, goodnight, daddy.”

“Esa, your little butt better not be on that phone.” I heard my mom say before she came into view of the screen.

“Desmond, this child was supposed to be going to bed. But I guess she didn’t plan to miss a chance to call you before she went. Have a good time, son, and I want to hear all about it,” she said, before ending the call.

I shook my head and glanced over at Yara, who was smiling back at me.

“That child of mine is so busy.” I finally spoke up about the bomb she dropped before getting off the phone.

“I knew she wasn’t sick. I thought she just wanted more time with you. I guess she wanted us to have time together. I should have known when her little butt perked up.” Yara responded.

We laughed. “I don’t know how she knew I was coming. It could have easily been her grandparents.”

“Faith.”

“I can’t knock that. You ready to go?” I asked her.

She nodded, then took one more sip of her drink before standing. If I thought I wasn’t hooked before, I damn sure knew I was now.