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mile away. That alone was her advantage, because if she hadn’t, she would have been up the creek with no paddle.
    They exchanged cell phone numbers, and he promised to call her in a few hours so they could go to dinner and pick up their conversation where they’d left off. She agreed, knowing that he had fallen right into her trap.
    When Disco finally dragged himself in so she could review the contract with him, she fussed at him, “Disco, this is business. You are almost an hour late. I can’t do business like this.”
    She carried on for a minute, to let him know she was serious, and then once they got down to business he agreed to all her terms and conditions. It wasn’t long before she was exiting the club with a signed contract in her hand—and a check for her first gig. As soon as she got into her car, her cell phone rang. It was Smooth asking her to meet him for dinner at the Outback Steakhouse. She agreed. As she drove to Outback, she looked at her missed phone call log. She had missed Egypt’s and Zonna’s calls and seven calls from Reggie. Damn, can this dude just pleeeezzz leave me alone? Please!
    Five minutes had not passed, and Smooth was calling back. “Hey, baby, I want to talk to you until you get to me.”
    She smiled to herself and played along, listening to Smooth brag about how much money he was pulling down.
    “I apologize for leaving you, but I had to handle my business. I’m going to try to stack as much paper as I can, because I can tell you like nice shit, trips, shopping sprees, fast cars, and big diamonds and shit, don’t you?”
    “Of course I do. I mean what lady you know don’t like nice things?”
    “I can especially tell that you do, and Boo, believe me, I ain’t got no problem with that.”
    “I hear you talking. Shit, it doesn’t cost nothing to talk, does it?”
    “Yeah, baby, I got a spot in my life for a wife, and I feel the instant attraction to you. I know you’re going to think this shit here is game, but I just had a dream about you, and then I come to the club and I see you. I swear I thought I saw an angel when I peeped you at the bar.”
    She listened as he continued to try to convince himself that his game was airtight. She didn’t know his motive and reallydidn’t care, but she knew hers and wasn’t going to give any indication that she wasn’t falling for his lame-ass game.
    “So when my phone was going crazy, I didn’t want to make the run, but I know you don’t want to let that nineteen G’s slip through our fingers, do you?”
    “Nope, I’ll never stand in the way of you getting yo money, especially if it’s for us. But don’t talk that ‘us’/‘we’ shit if it’s really all about you.”
    “Baby, I can only show you better than I can tell you.”
    “Well, where is my cut?” she blurted out, not meaning for it to come out like that, not to mention she had just pulled into the parking space beside Smooth in the Outback parking lot. She tried to fix it up, saying, “I mean if you’re going to have to neglect me, make sure you play fair and compensate me.”
    “Baby, I’ve been trying to tell you that I got you!”
    “A’ight, we’ll see,” she said as she got out the car.
    “Dammmmnnnn, baby, you are really a black Barbie for real, huh? Driving your red Corvette and everything? What am I going to do with you?”
    “Love me, that’s all you can do,” she said with just as much game as he had been kicking. The only difference was he seemed to be falling for hers.
    He smiled and looked her over. There was no doubt about it: Smooth was impressed. He had met his match, and he knew it. He had no idea that Bambi wasn’t taking him seriously any more than she would the man in the moon.
    Their dinner went well. They continued to stroke each other’s egos, but Bambi seemed to fondle his ego more, and Smooth was falling so deep and fast he couldn’t even catch himself. It looked like he only had one thought: He wanted Barbie andwould