“Huh? Yeah…yeah, appointment.”
“Okay. Have a great evening, Mr. Grant.”
“Can you call me Jah, please?”
“I don’t call people I do business with by their first name.”
“But you call my sister Lonni.”
“Yeah, because Lonni is not cutting my check.” She winked.
I stood in my doorway and watched her try to open the door to her Tesla. When it wouldn’t open, I knew she hadn’t charged that muthafucka. I slipped my feet in my outside shoes and walked out to her.
“You didn’t check if you needed to charge before you got all the way out here?”
“Can you just not right now?”
Noticing she was a little on edge, I eased up.
“I have a charger, but I need you to be able to access your 12v battery so we can get the car in neutral.”
She looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I took the initiative and opened her trunk. I then left her standing there so I could jump it off enough to get her doors open and the screen on so we could put the car in neutral. Once we got it in neutral, I pushed it over to my garage so we could get it charged up.
“It’s going to take a few hours,” I told her as I grabbed her work bags. “Might as well join us for dinner. I ordered enough.”
“Umm…I can wait out here.”
I walked back towards the house because the twins had been left alone a little longer than I liked them to be. Not that I was being rude, but I had children to tend to. She was a grown woman who was afraid to take that professional role off for a few hours. I made sure to leave the door unlocked for her. She ended up coming in with the caterer dropping the food off. Once everything was set up buffet style, she entered the kitchen.
“I’m going to wash them up and I’ll be back. You’re free to fix your plate if you want,” I told her as I grabbed the twins’ hands and walked to the bathroom down the hall.
“I can help. I mean, if you need help.”
“Nah, you’re a guest. I got it.”
Showing the twins good hygiene was something my sister and I both agreed on. Washing their hands before all meals and snacks, keeping their face clean, and taking baths and brushing teeth were top priorities. I believed that if you taught them early, it would easily carry over into adulthood. Once we made it back to the kitchen, Ms. Cole had fixed the twins’ plates and was looking for cups.
“Above the sink. I doubt you’ll be able to reach.” I reached over her to grab them.
As soon as I brushed up against her ass, there was a spark. She stiffened up as I handed her the cups.
“Thank you,” she said, moving towards the fridge without looking at me.
Since she fixed the kids' plates, I decided to fix our plate. Another thing I didn’t play about is gender roles when it came to the household. Yes, I loved to pay all the bills, but no woman should be cooking, cleaning, and taking care of kids all alone. That was bum shit, and I was never on that shit.
“Is there anything you don’t want on your plate?” I asked her.
She still would not look at me. Her nervousness let me know I wasn’t the only one that felt the energy between us.
“No, a little of everything is fine.”
Once we were all seated, I said the grace, and we dug in. The twins usually would talk my head off, but with Ms. Cole still being here, they were too busy talking to her. She didn’t mind at all. She even corrected them when they said a word wrong, which meant she was still working without realizing it. She still hadn't really looked at me since I brushed my dick up against her. It wasn’t intentional. Shit, maybe it was.
An hour later, I had the twins’ bath done, and they were having their last little bit of screen time before it was time for bed. I walked back downstairs to see Ms. Cole tapping at her phone.
“I’m sorry I’m taking up so much of your space. I just checked my Tesla, and it’s not charging. I may have to call a tow truck and catch a Lyft home.”
“You’re not bothering me. I’m used to being around people, as you can see from my life. I’ll go unplug it and try again. Don’t want you being uncomfortable around me,” I told her as I slipped my slides on to go check her car.
