“You sure? That isn’t a part of your job description, you know?” Cashmere asked.
“Is it going to make your day easier?” he asked as he leaned his hands onto the counter behind her, trapping her.
He noticed her breathing pattern change as she looked up at him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then I ain’t got no problem doin’ it.”
“Why?”
“Ain’t no need for you to struggle anymore now that I’m here.”
With that, he walked out of the room and left her breathing funny with her nipples poking through that flimsy ass robe she wore.
The wee hoursof the morning greeted Cashmere as she tossed and turned in bed. After another long day of making sure shit was in order, Cashmere had come home and crashed early. Now, here she was, up and looking stupid.
With a huff, she pushed the covers off her and rolled over so she could reach her phone.
“Shit,” she uttered as she squinted her eyes at the bright screen.
It was close to three in the damn morning, and she felt wide awake. With a groan, she got out of bed and used the bathroom before she made her way down to the kitchen.
She smiled when she entered her favorite room in the house. To have her own kitchen stocked with her favorite foods felt like the biggest blessing. It was where she spent a lot of her time when she was home, even if she wasn’t cooking. She enjoyed watching her kitchen staff move about and interacting with them. In fact, it was because of them she even knew how to cook.Cashmere never had a mama or grandmother to show her the ropes in the kitchen, so when she finally got her first apartment, she felt lost on how to feed her and Ivoree. They ate out a lot at first, but when they moved to this home and hired a kitchen staff, Cashmere learned how to feed her baby sister. That right there might have been her greatest accomplishment.
Cashmere moved to the refrigerator and opened it. There was plenty of food in there, which made it hard for her to make a decision. Indecisiveness caused her to stare into the soft glow the refrigerator provided for a few minutes before a voice behind her caused her to jump.
“We can’t keep meeting like this, Precious.”
Cashmere whirled around with her hand clutched to her chest. “Shit. I swear on everything I’m buying you a damn bell to wear around your ankle. Make that a part of the damn job description. Must wear a fuckin’ bell.”
Savio laughed as he moved further into the kitchen. “Ain’t gonna happen, ma. I like movin’ in silence.”
“What are you doing up, anyway? This is even early for you.” Cashmere crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly aware that she only had on a pair of boy shorts and a small T-shirt with no bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric, and she wished she had a robe to cover up with because she saw the way Savio’s eyes kept traveling down her body. A shiver caused the hairs on her arms to stand at attention as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
“Couldn’t sleep. Thought I might come get a midnight snack.” He nodded his head toward the refrigerator.
“Great minds think alike. I couldn’t decide on what to make.” Cashmere stepped to the side and gestured for him to have a look.
He grabbed the refrigerator door and looked inside. “Easy choice.”
Cashmere watched as he grabbed the flour tortillas and a block of cheddar cheese before he closed the refrigerator.
“A quesadilla?” she asked with her head cocked to the side.
“Somethin’ like that. It gotta be made in a specific way though.” He leaned over and turned the oven on.
Cashmere’s brows dipped, but she let him rock. She watched him move around the kitchen like he’d lived there for years. While the oven pre-heated, he shredded some cheese and put foil on a baking sheet before putting four tortillas on top.
He slid the tortillas into the oven and then turned to sit next to her at the island.
“You forgot to put the cheese on.” She pointed at the pile of shredded cheese sitting on a white plate.
“Patience, Precious.”
She shook her head. “You really are impossible, you know that?”
“I know like hell you ain’t talkin’.”
