CJ didn't miss her entrance into the club. How could anyone have missed her entrance in the getup she was in? She seemed to have forgotten half the costume in her room, she was showing enough skin. Bananas? You could see that damn sparkly bra thing she wore from a mile away. The fact that she looked good, pissed him off for some reason. In actuality it was the fact that he thought she looked good. If he didn't feel such an undeniable physical attraction to that woman, his life would be a lot less complicated. Just who the hell was she supposed to be in that outfit anyway?
Lifting his glass to his lips, he drained the contents of his glass and got a pretty waitress to bring him another. It was called fortification and he damn well needed a lot of it if he was going to face Naima. He was trying to imagine what kind of reaction he was going to get from her but with Naima, it was hard to tell. Much like himself, it probably depended what kind of mood she was in. Of course she did seem to be harboring a special kind of hatred for him lately. The corners of his mouth twitched into a wry smile as he thought of the reasons for that hatred. Things had certainly gotten extremely volatile between the two of them before her departure.
With a fresh drink in hand, CJ took a healthy gulp and made his way towards the banana girl. "Hey, Chiquita," he drawled.