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skin was the same color as those caramel candies in the gold wrapper that old people liked to pass out. His dark goatee and thick eyebrows drew attention to his dark, mysterious brown eyes with eyelashes that put mine to shame. Did I mention those lips? His lips were dark like he had been smoking all his life, but they were the perfect size, shape and looked well taken care of. Damn this nigga was sexy as fuck. As nice as the gesture was, I didn’t take anything from anybody, especially not money and especially not from men who thought, I needed something from them.
    “No, thank you.” I declined. He smiled again and took the change. His girlfriend was too busy smiling in Carter's face to see her man over here smiling in mine. I was glad though because I'd hate to fight on the job. When she came back, he winked at me and walked out with his arm around the girl’s waist. As soon as he left, Shauna came in.
    “Ooh. I saw that. What’s his name bitch?” She always thought she knew something.
    “I don’t know and don’t care. He has a little girlfriend anyway.” Shauna busted out laughing like I had told the funniest joke ever.
    “Uh-uhn. When you say ‘little’ in front of shit it makes you sound like a hater. And since when does Ashanti Renee Woods give a damn about a girlfriend? Hell, where is your competitive spirit?” I cracked up.
    “Well aren’t you just the comical bitch today? Eastside Ivo head ass.” We both busted out laughing.
    “Let’s just call that nigga T.O.” I was lost. Her ass was always coming up with nicknames for people. “Thugged Out. T.O. for short.” I shook my head.
    “I’m nothing on you today. Do some work hoe. As a matter of fact, why don’t you help me stock this new shipment?” Carter, our manager, poked his head out of his office door and flashed us a smile.
    “Good job, Woods. Team work makes the dream work.” Before I could respond, he stepped back into his office.
    “See, you need a nigga like T.O. and I need one like Carter’s sexy ass.” Sometimes she sounded so thirsty, but when you looked like Shauna, no nigga was off limits and if he was, she pulled all the right strings to get him. I was happy I didn’t care for niggas like that. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t care for bitches either, niggas just wasn’t as important as my money or my time. If I could find a nigga that could match me in every aspect, such as money-making, intellect and loyalty, I’d consider, but so far, I was good without. I can’t lie though, T.O. made me think real hard about reconsidering. The rest of the day went smooth with Shauna and me working side by side. I was tired as hell, but still had T.O. and that dimple on my mind.
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    Ms. B. was in the kitchen cooking for everyone when I made it back to the house.
    “How was work today Miss Thang?”
    The large pot was simmering on the stovetop with her down deliciousness. I smelled her usual Cajun seasonings from the door and my craving for salt was through the roof.
    “It was alright. What’s cookin’?” Ms. B. may have been from Africa, but she never pounded foo-foo in our kitchen, it was solely Louisiana cuisine when she got down. How she could go from Erykah Badu to the queen of Nawlin’s was funny to me.
    “Jambalaya. I made our pot with all the spices. I was hoping you’d be off in time to make the corn bread.” Thankfully, Ms. B. had kept me in the kitchen with her from the time I arrived at the home. I was six years old learning how to flip pancakes on the griddle with Ms.B. Since none of my family was willing to take in the daughter of two big time drug dealers, I was stuck with Ms. B and I couldn't have been happier. The only thing I did feel bad about was not knowing who my family was exactly. I walked from one end of the spacious kitchen to the other, fully admiring the granite countertops and imitation hardwood floors. I never got tired of being in the spacious room. Not wanting to have to come back to the other