“Does it make that much of a difference?” I ask when I’m done sorting.
“Huh?” she asks, looking up from work.
“Blu-rays and DVDs. Is the quality that different?”
Moyo smiles. “Trust me. It is.”
“You’ll have to show me one day.”
“I can send you a YouTube video showing the differences.” She reaches for her phone, but I place a hand on her shoulder.
“I meant a movie marathon. One DVD and one Blu-ray, and I’ll tell you if I can spot the quality difference.”
“Two movies don’t make a marathon.”
“Okay, four movies then.”
She pauses and a crinkle forms on her forehead. “You don’t ha—”
“I don’t have to, but I want to. You work extremely hard, so I’m sure you’ll need a marathon soon. Plus, I want to see what the fuss is all about.”
“But—”
“Unless you know there isn’t that much of a difference, and you don’t want to admit it.”
“First of all, I do admit when I’m wrong,” she says. I laugh, and she almost looks annoyed, but her eyes surprisingly soften.
“You couldn’t even admit I volunteered to iron.”
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and nudges my shoulder, closing the distance between us. “Second, I’m always right, and you’ll see. Not today, but you’ll see. If you’re sure about watching four horror movies with me…” she repeats with a downcast expression.
“Why do you keep asking for clarification?” I ask, turning my head toward her. She doesn’t move, so my jaw rests on the top of her thick head of hair. “I’ve said I want to be here, and I’m suggesting this.”
“You don’t even like horror.”
“Maybe your superior quality and taste will change my mind.”
“You think I have great taste?” she asks, moving her head back to meet my eyes. Somehow, our thighs touch.
I can’t help it, my eyes lower to her lips. “Moyo, you know your taste is perfect.”
“Is that so?” She tilts her head, giving me a full view of her neck. I use all my strength not to use my tongue to explore her lines. It takes everything to soften my heavy breathing.
I clear my throat but despite my attempts, my voice is still thick with desire. “Tell me when you’re available and I can confirm it.”
“I wish I had time, but…” She gestures to the mostly arranged files I forgot about. Their presence brings me back to my senses.
“I’ll leave you to it,” I say, getting up, hoping my arousal isn’t on display. Moyo gets off the floor with me.
“Thank you for your help today. It means a lot.”
“It’s no big deal. You’re my favorite client.”
“Am I your only client?
“Does that make a difference?”
Moyo kisses her teeth. “But really, thank you.”
