didn't want to go on easily .
"So..." Roz stood there with her arms crossed before her. "You and Lee are...together?"
"Uhm..." She hadn't thought that far.
"The reason I ask is because your shoes were on the floor." She gave Tory a steady look. "And this is the path that he walks. This is the type of thing that could cause him a serious injury...something as small as a carelessly strewn shoe."
Tory's mouth opened and then closed. She was embarrassed and wasn't sure what to say. "I'll keep that in mind."
Roz watched her, seeming to want to say more but instead she turned and went to the kitchen. Wow, no one had ever dismissed her so completely. Tory limped to the bathroom and quickly had a meltdown at the sight of her hair. She put it in some order with the items in her bag and then she washed her face and found mouthwash to gurgle with. She didn't like facing someone who obviously didn't like her, while wearing day old panties and having bed head, but she had no choice.
She walked back to the living room bravely and Lee called out to her from the kitchen. "Tory, we're in here."
The kitchen was open, a bar and stools defining the space. Yet off to the side was a small dining area near two large windows that overlooked the city. A walk out balcony was nearby. This was just...awesome.
"How do you take your coffee, Babe?" Tory resisted the urge to glance at Roz to see if she'd answer, but the woman was already sipping her drink.
"Cream and sugar."
"Non dairy creamer, ok?"
"Perfect."
He poured her coffee carefully and then passed it to her. The cream and sugar he placed on the breakfast bar, and then last a spoon from a drawer.
"I was telling Roz about Club Kat last night. The music was HOT! Didn't you like that band, Baby?"
"Yeah, I'm new to Reggaeton but I definitely like it."
"Tory, honey, you have to have a Portu guese rib the way you danced!"
Roz laughed in a joking way. "Lee you don't have a Latin girl you have a black one. Man I know you're blind, but you're not that blind are you?!"
Lee considered his coffee, sipping without comment. Tory blinked. He did know that she was black??? He'd touched her hair...it was relaxed but...
Lee suddenly turned and poured his coffee down the drain. "Tory, we'll take you home. Is that okay, Roz?"
Roz was still chuckling. "Of course." Her eyes locked on Tory's before she gave one last laugh.
"I'm going to shower real quick." He said as he left the kitchen. "I won't be long."
When Lee was gone, Roz stood and moved about the kitchen, putting everything back in its place. The Portuguese woman ignored her and Tory quickly stood and went into the living room, feeling self conscious. She could hear the shower going in the bathroom and the movements of Roz in the kitchen.
Feeling awkward, Tory quickly picked up her things intending to slip out of the apartment. She didn't care if she looked a hot mess and smelled of sex. She was going to catch the bus and go home. She was uncomfortable and it wasn't all because of Roz, something about Lee's reactions made her feel unsure. She didn't know what was up with him but she wanted to be gone.
She was just reaching out to press the button for the elevator when she paused. She closed her eyes and bit her lips, recalling the fun they'd had at the club; and then after. No, she wasn't going to run away like she had before. She marched to the bathroom and knocked on the closed door.
"Yeah?" Came his voice.
She opened the door and slipped into the bathroom, closing it behind her. "Um...I think I'm going to pass on the ride home. My bus stop isn’t far and -"
"Roz makes you uncomfortable?" The water turned off and he pulled back the shower curtain. He reached for a towel and Tory's breath caught in her throat. She was supposed to be saying something but for the life of her she couldn't recollect what...He was gorgeous standing there with water streaming down his toned body as he quickly dried.
"Tory?"
"Oh, um, I don't
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