I giggle, thinking about him reading the menu and having to send me what he wanted.
Me:Got it, sure you don’t want the Mos Def pie?
Smith:No
What a buzz kill. I send a message to my driver Franklin after placing the order. I will just stick to my room until the food comes. Hopefully, Smith will magically become a better conversationalist before dinner.
Chapter 3
Ihavetostopmyself from throwing up when I think about the fact that the ‘meat’ in my burrito bowl I ordered is described as ‘walnut taco meat’. What the fuck does that even mean? I’m going to need to get some actual food in this house. I wonder if she is someone who is completely anti-meat or just eats really clean.
This has single-handedly been the most uncomfortable client meeting of my life and I don’t know how to make it less awkward. Miss Fox is clearly someone who likes to get comfortable and talk to people, and that is just not me. I’m here to make sure she is safe and to get paid so I can take care of Kelsey.
Speaking of my sister, I decide to call her while we wait for the food.
“Fucking finally, is she beautiful? Does she smell like strawberry shortcake? What’s her house like?”
“Hello to you too. I’m fine, by the way.”
“Obviously, you’re calling me. So?” she says, acting annoyed.
“She looks like she does on TV. Oddly, I couldn’t scent her. Her house is nice.” The more I think about it, the odder it is that I haven’t smelled her this whole time. I guess with the money she has, she can afford some pretty heavy-duty scent deodorizers.
“God, you’re so boring. She probably thinks you’re being an asshole.”
I roll my eyes. “Probably.”
“You need to be nice to her. I swear if you get fired before I can meet her, I will never forgive you.”
“I’m fucking nice,” I reply.
“No, you’re not. You’re curt and don’t take your time to get to know people. I feel like Dom and I are the only people who really know you.”
“And?”
“And? That’s no way to live. If you don’t try to get to know her, she might fire you. Then what?”
“I’m great at my job. She won’t do that.”
“You’re living with her, and what do you know about her that isn’t in her file?” I want to say that she has a massive pink dildo, but that doesn’t seem appropriate to say to my little sister.
“Point taken.”
“You sure it’s getting through that thick skull?” she says, and I roll my eyes.
“Yes, I need this job. It’s a big deal. I’ll try harder.”
“Good. Bye.” She hangs up the phone before I can even ask her questions about how she’s doing. I groan and scrub my hands over my face. It’s late, around nine, when a light knock hits my door.
“Smith, food is here.”
“Thanks,” I say as I open the door. I look down at her and she is wearing fitness clothing that clings to her tight figure. She’s ditched the wig, and it’s the first time I’ve seen her without one. In every music video or photo of her in the media, she always has a brightly colored wig. Her hair is dark brown and tightly braided into multiple rows, showcasing her flawless skin and heart-shaped face. It suits her, and I wonder why she never wears it out like this in public.
She must watch me take in her appearance as she blushes and shrugs. “It’s easier to wear wigs as Deja Fox. Sometimes I just want to be Cami.”
“Makes sense.”
She nods her head, and I follow her into the kitchen. She’s short and tiny. If we’re ever in a pinch, I could just toss her ass over my shoulder and take her wherever we need to go. I can’t help myself when I notice how tight her yoga pants are around her ass. She has a fantastic ass. I clear my throat and scold myself for looking in the first place.
