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another they both murmured small admissions of wanting.
Casey
It was twenty minutes later when Casey stuck her head through Daemon’s office door. The neutral tones of the walls and the dark furniture represented the man. He was calm like the ivory with yellow undertones. His moods were dark like the mahogany color of much of his furniture.
The first few days of constant sun caused his golden skin to tan a shade darker than usual. The fresh haircut complemented his handsome face. She smiled as she thought that he reminded her of a lighter version of Idris Elba; an actor from a BBC soap opera she’d recently started watching.
“I’m going out so don’t take up too much of my time,” she told him, taking a seat across from his cherry oakwood desk.
Hadn’t he calmed down? Daemon questioned himself as he watched her quietly. The sight of her thick, five-eight inch frame barely clothed in something he supposed she thought resembled a normal shirt and capri pants. Something Briannah made for her, he was sure. The top was backless and dipped low in the front to show off the swell of her breast. The pants were simple, black, and form-fitting ending mid-calf being met by the straps of her high-heeled sandals.
Casey cleared her throat. “Are you going to tell me what the hell you want, or are you going to continue giving me an unsolicited critique on my looks?” She crossed her legs and sat straight up, causing her breasts to jut out and smiled. “I have to say that I prefer you to look.”
In response, Daemon rubbed his temples. She was pressing her luck. “Case, I’m telling you, all this running round with these different niggas has got to stop,” he told her
A smile flirting around her pouty mouth, she asked, “Why are you jealous?”
“No, I’m not. But if you go round here actin’ like a whore you’ll get labeled as one.”
Since being a whore was far from what she was, Casey laughed. “I can do whatever I want to do. And if that means going out with someone who works for you, I will. He wanted to take me out; shit, I wanted to get treated. That’s more than I can say for somebody else.”
Daemon sucked his teeth. He hadn’t expected her to be offended about the whore comment, and she didn’t disappoint him.
It frustrated the hell out of him. “Don’t make me fuck somebody up, is all I’m saying.”
“Here we go with that big brother shit. And we both know that the last thing you would like to be is my brother. In any case, I’m an adult; I contribute to the bills we incur. I hate being your responsibility. Your mom did not leave saying Daemon make sure you take care of Casey.”
“She did and you are my damn responsibility. I don’t know how many times we gotta go over it. Just as soon as you get it in your head the better things will be.”
Casey didn’t want to ruin her good mood debating the never ending subject of her relationship with him, when he continually proved to be unmovable; and undeniably stubborn. Daemon’s refusal to her advancements did not discourage her. “Whatever, if that’s what you tell yourself to help you stay away from me, that’s fine, D. I’m not gon’ throw myself at you— that’s beneath me. You do you and I’ll continue to do me.”
Daemon frowned and considered that. “These niggas got you thinking pretty high of yourself, huh?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “How ‘bout you tell me about your date with Raheem.”
She smiled. “Let’s just say it was an experience.”
“The date? Or you ending up in his bed afterward?” His jaws clenched in jealousy as he replayed that morning’s scene in his mind.
Raheem sure did go a little far in his storytelling, Casey thought.
She knew he expected her to be upset, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She would play it smart and be cool and distant. “I knew it had to be bad for you to call me down to the big bad office and all.”
Frustrated, Daemon’s patience
Casey
It was twenty minutes later when Casey stuck her head through Daemon’s office door. The neutral tones of the walls and the dark furniture represented the man. He was calm like the ivory with yellow undertones. His moods were dark like the mahogany color of much of his furniture.
The first few days of constant sun caused his golden skin to tan a shade darker than usual. The fresh haircut complemented his handsome face. She smiled as she thought that he reminded her of a lighter version of Idris Elba; an actor from a BBC soap opera she’d recently started watching.
“I’m going out so don’t take up too much of my time,” she told him, taking a seat across from his cherry oakwood desk.
Hadn’t he calmed down? Daemon questioned himself as he watched her quietly. The sight of her thick, five-eight inch frame barely clothed in something he supposed she thought resembled a normal shirt and capri pants. Something Briannah made for her, he was sure. The top was backless and dipped low in the front to show off the swell of her breast. The pants were simple, black, and form-fitting ending mid-calf being met by the straps of her high-heeled sandals.
Casey cleared her throat. “Are you going to tell me what the hell you want, or are you going to continue giving me an unsolicited critique on my looks?” She crossed her legs and sat straight up, causing her breasts to jut out and smiled. “I have to say that I prefer you to look.”
In response, Daemon rubbed his temples. She was pressing her luck. “Case, I’m telling you, all this running round with these different niggas has got to stop,” he told her
A smile flirting around her pouty mouth, she asked, “Why are you jealous?”
“No, I’m not. But if you go round here actin’ like a whore you’ll get labeled as one.”
Since being a whore was far from what she was, Casey laughed. “I can do whatever I want to do. And if that means going out with someone who works for you, I will. He wanted to take me out; shit, I wanted to get treated. That’s more than I can say for somebody else.”
Daemon sucked his teeth. He hadn’t expected her to be offended about the whore comment, and she didn’t disappoint him.
It frustrated the hell out of him. “Don’t make me fuck somebody up, is all I’m saying.”
“Here we go with that big brother shit. And we both know that the last thing you would like to be is my brother. In any case, I’m an adult; I contribute to the bills we incur. I hate being your responsibility. Your mom did not leave saying Daemon make sure you take care of Casey.”
“She did and you are my damn responsibility. I don’t know how many times we gotta go over it. Just as soon as you get it in your head the better things will be.”
Casey didn’t want to ruin her good mood debating the never ending subject of her relationship with him, when he continually proved to be unmovable; and undeniably stubborn. Daemon’s refusal to her advancements did not discourage her. “Whatever, if that’s what you tell yourself to help you stay away from me, that’s fine, D. I’m not gon’ throw myself at you— that’s beneath me. You do you and I’ll continue to do me.”
Daemon frowned and considered that. “These niggas got you thinking pretty high of yourself, huh?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “How ‘bout you tell me about your date with Raheem.”
She smiled. “Let’s just say it was an experience.”
“The date? Or you ending up in his bed afterward?” His jaws clenched in jealousy as he replayed that morning’s scene in his mind.
Raheem sure did go a little far in his storytelling, Casey thought.
She knew he expected her to be upset, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She would play it smart and be cool and distant. “I knew it had to be bad for you to call me down to the big bad office and all.”
Frustrated, Daemon’s patience
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