Kelly raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward slightly, her fingers delicately tracing the rim of her glass. "Where do you know me from?"
Liam didn't hesitate. He leaned back, arms stretched across the back of his chair as he replied casually, "Rap."
That was it. It hit him as soon as he saw her face. He'd seen her in her own multiple rap music videos, sometimes at the side of the big female artists, sometimes spitting a few lines herself. She had that street-chic aura, that confident look only someone who'd brushed shoulders with fame could wear. Liam's mind flicked to Dickson, and he nearly laughed.
If Dickson was here, he'd be losing his damn mind. That guy practically worshiped any woman with thick thighs and a big ass, and Kelly checked those boxes in a way that wasn't even up for debate. Hell, Dickson would probably try to build a shrine to her in the restaurant bathroom.
Kelly smiled bitterly, her lips curling just slightly as she nodded. "Yeah. That was me."
