“I figured,” she responds.
Trista moves back behind the counter and Adora and I walk to my office. When we enter, I head to my desk and she goes over to the large window.
“This is so nice. I can’t believe I’ve never been here and this window is huge. You can clearly see everything out there. Can they see in here just as clearly?”
“Nah. There’s a privacy film on the outside. It keeps the sun out and keeps them from seeing in here. Why? You trying to feed me something other than food?”
“Xai, not today, but I’m hoping to Friday. It’s Good Friday and the office is closed. The girls still have school, so if you’re off, maybe we can spend the day together.”
“We’re open but I won’t be here now.”
“Perfect. You can come over to my place after I take them to school. We can have breakfast and chill and?—”
“And do some freaky, nasty shit,” I add as I wrap my arms around her from behind. After kissing the side of her neck, I ask, “You ready for that?”
“I’m ready,” she says. When I kiss her neck again, she taps my arms lightly. “But Friday. We need to eat. I don’t have much time left.”
“Yeah. You gotta eat,” I concede and release her. “What did you cook? Something smells good as hell.”
“Lasagna, corn, and garlic rolls. I warmed everything before I left the office so it should still be hot. Where’s the restroom?”
“There’s one back here. Come on.”
We walk to the door and I show her the door for the restroom by the breakroom. She heads there, and like a lovesick simp, I stand at my door until she’s done and walking back out.
“I was okay,” she says with a smirk when she brushes past me to enter my office. After closing the door, I join her at my desk. She opens the lunch box and removes three containers. One has the garlic rolls. I pray over the food, then open my container. It has lasagna and two small corn cobs. “I hope you’re not allergic to anything,” she says.
“Nothing I know about,” I admit before digging in. Her lasagna tastes better than the one at Taste of Italy. “Is pepperoni in here?”
“Yeah. Averi likes it with pepperoni but it’s turkey. I remembered no pork for you. I do half with it and half without.”
“Damn. It’s so good. I’ve never tried turkey pepperoni. This shit fye.”
“Thank you. I try. I’m not the best cook but I can do a lil something. Lasagna is one of the dishes I think I do pretty good with,” she says before grabbing one of my corns; there’s none in her container. “I didn’t think I wanted corn but after seeing you bite it, I want a taste.” After taking a bite, she places it back. “Thank you,” she says.
I just laugh to myself. The last woman who brought lunch here had been shut down when she tried to taste my shit andlook at my ass now.
“Have you made your final decisions yet?” she asks about my postings and interviews.
“For a few washers but that’s it. The front desk positions are the hardest. It’s hard finding Trista’s replacement. She practically runs this place, and if her replacement can’t, my guys will go crazy. I’m thinking about getting with the temp agency and finding candidates from them.”
“Dr. Denim uses them for temp PRN dental assistants toward the end of year when we are super busy. They charge a lot though.”
“Yeah they do but they do all the vetting and interviewing. I’m thinking I’ll try a few out for a week at a time. Maybe one will stick.”
“I’m sure you’ll find somebody.”
“I need to,” I admit. My construction is on schedule and I’m really trying to keep my grand opening date of June first. “But let’s talk about Friday. I’ll bring breakfast, you can just be naked,” I say and she laughs.
“That’s it? Just naked?”
“Yep. That’s it. Naked and waiting.”
“I guess that’s less work for me.”
“I don’t want you to do any work at all. I’m putting it all in. Be prepared to get fucked down.”
“Mm. I can’t wait,” she gushes, looking pretty as hell. We continue to eat and she even takes another bite of my corn cob. Right as she starts to package up the containers, there’s a light tap on my window. We turn to see Terrance holding up her keys. “That was fast.”
