and those bright green eyes are scrambling my brain. If I don’t move away soon I’m liable to do something very stupid. This man could have any woman he wanted with one look, including me if I’m not careful.
“You have beautiful hair.” Abruptly I pull my hand from his and move back in my chair nervously smoothing the tangles in a pathetic attempt to ignore the way he heats my core. He raises his head and again starts in with the leering. My legs are so exposed in this skirt I can almost read his dirty thoughts. “I thought you were a dream last night when I saw you here in that outfit,” he says, looking up at me through his long eyelashes.
“Nope, no dream- are you hungry? Can get you some breakfast?” I have to change the direction of the conversation; I’ve been doing that a lot lately.
“Hmmmm hungry…yes…. for breakfast…not so much,” he purrs. Is he serious? I swear he’s hard under that sheet, or maybe it’s just morning wood shit, shit, shit! Look away Imani look away…. Focus on breakfast, the kind where food is the entrée, not him!
“Uh… I’ll run and get you some eggs and toast, no allergies to foods right?” I rattle scrambling out of my chair making a B line for the door.
“No, no allergies. I only eat egg whites, no bread, and some bacon.” Mr. Bossy pants is back.
“So bossy…” I mumble.
“Yes I am the boss, the king, master- whatever it takes to get the job done, baby.”
Baby ? I am NOT his baby! I try very hard to reign in my fury and even then I just barely succeed; if this were a cartoon, smoke would be shooting out of my ears!
“Imani… my name is Imani and you could say please, it wouldn’t kill you.”
“It might…. Imani,” he says, cocking his head he looks at me with a strange sad expression. I turn away trying to figure out what that was all about.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, scooting quickly through the door before he can give me any more of those urgent “stay with me” looks. Sitting next to the door, exactly where I left him, is Elijah with Marcus’s laptop and phone on his lap. “Elijah! Did you sit there all night? Didn’t you sleep?” I ask.
“Yes and no, I couldn’t leave, Marcus told me to bring his things. I’m used to staying up all night, I work at Dominus in the restaurant and the club, we only close for a few hours in the morning.”
“Oh. I see…well I’m going to get Marcus some breakfast, can I get you anything?” I can’t decide whether to feel sorry for him or admire him for his dedication. He’s either fiercely loyal or incredibly afraid.
“No thank you, but is it ok if I go in and give him these?” he asks holding up the laptop and phone.
Yes, he’s awake go ahead, I’ll be right back.” As I walk down the hall, Courtney grabs me by the arm.
“Hey!” I squeak. “That hurts!”
“Sorry but you can’t seriously expect to walk out of his room dressed like that with no explanation, come on now!” she hisses.
“I’m sure you heard that he woke up last night” I say sarcastically, the rumor mill here is ridiculous. I know she’s most likely heard a play by play of the whole incident.
“Yes, but why are you dressed like that , and why was he screaming for you specifically ?” she demands.
“How am I supposed to know? But he did and I came; I was out with some friends for drinks, hence the inappropriate attire,” I answer, waving my hand down my body. “Oh my God that’s crazy, what did he want, why are you still here- is something going on between you two?” She shoots her questions at me with all the subtlety of rapid gunfire. Gosh, maybe I should introduce Courtney to Lana; they’d get along famously. I should also have let Marcus starve; hiding in his room seems like a pretty good idea right about now. But too late, I have to face the wrath that is Courtney.
“Ok Courtney….” I begin, trying to be patient. “Because I know you’re relentless, I’ll answer all your
“You have beautiful hair.” Abruptly I pull my hand from his and move back in my chair nervously smoothing the tangles in a pathetic attempt to ignore the way he heats my core. He raises his head and again starts in with the leering. My legs are so exposed in this skirt I can almost read his dirty thoughts. “I thought you were a dream last night when I saw you here in that outfit,” he says, looking up at me through his long eyelashes.
“Nope, no dream- are you hungry? Can get you some breakfast?” I have to change the direction of the conversation; I’ve been doing that a lot lately.
“Hmmmm hungry…yes…. for breakfast…not so much,” he purrs. Is he serious? I swear he’s hard under that sheet, or maybe it’s just morning wood shit, shit, shit! Look away Imani look away…. Focus on breakfast, the kind where food is the entrée, not him!
“Uh… I’ll run and get you some eggs and toast, no allergies to foods right?” I rattle scrambling out of my chair making a B line for the door.
“No, no allergies. I only eat egg whites, no bread, and some bacon.” Mr. Bossy pants is back.
“So bossy…” I mumble.
“Yes I am the boss, the king, master- whatever it takes to get the job done, baby.”
Baby ? I am NOT his baby! I try very hard to reign in my fury and even then I just barely succeed; if this were a cartoon, smoke would be shooting out of my ears!
“Imani… my name is Imani and you could say please, it wouldn’t kill you.”
“It might…. Imani,” he says, cocking his head he looks at me with a strange sad expression. I turn away trying to figure out what that was all about.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, scooting quickly through the door before he can give me any more of those urgent “stay with me” looks. Sitting next to the door, exactly where I left him, is Elijah with Marcus’s laptop and phone on his lap. “Elijah! Did you sit there all night? Didn’t you sleep?” I ask.
“Yes and no, I couldn’t leave, Marcus told me to bring his things. I’m used to staying up all night, I work at Dominus in the restaurant and the club, we only close for a few hours in the morning.”
“Oh. I see…well I’m going to get Marcus some breakfast, can I get you anything?” I can’t decide whether to feel sorry for him or admire him for his dedication. He’s either fiercely loyal or incredibly afraid.
“No thank you, but is it ok if I go in and give him these?” he asks holding up the laptop and phone.
Yes, he’s awake go ahead, I’ll be right back.” As I walk down the hall, Courtney grabs me by the arm.
“Hey!” I squeak. “That hurts!”
“Sorry but you can’t seriously expect to walk out of his room dressed like that with no explanation, come on now!” she hisses.
“I’m sure you heard that he woke up last night” I say sarcastically, the rumor mill here is ridiculous. I know she’s most likely heard a play by play of the whole incident.
“Yes, but why are you dressed like that , and why was he screaming for you specifically ?” she demands.
“How am I supposed to know? But he did and I came; I was out with some friends for drinks, hence the inappropriate attire,” I answer, waving my hand down my body. “Oh my God that’s crazy, what did he want, why are you still here- is something going on between you two?” She shoots her questions at me with all the subtlety of rapid gunfire. Gosh, maybe I should introduce Courtney to Lana; they’d get along famously. I should also have let Marcus starve; hiding in his room seems like a pretty good idea right about now. But too late, I have to face the wrath that is Courtney.
“Ok Courtney….” I begin, trying to be patient. “Because I know you’re relentless, I’ll answer all your
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