“Too many questions too fast. I’ma see you when you get here, shorty. Bigs is on the e-way. Get you a bag ready, ’cause I ain’t taking you home till Monday.”
“Indiri, I ne?—”
He hung up before I could say anything else.
What the hell? This man said he wanted me to pack for the weekend, meanwhile it was the middle of the damn week.
I shook my head and went to pack the damn bag. I’d curse his ass out or ask too many questions when I was in front of him.
About two hours later, Bigs was pulling into the estate gates and of course Indiri was standing shirtless in the doorway. Instead of Bigs opening the door for me to get out, he did.
“Very kind of somebody who literally just hung up on me.” I hopped down from the truck while he grabbed my bag.
He chuckled. “You be asking too many questions. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I trust you, but I don?—”
“If you trust me, then it shouldn’t be a but, shorty. I got this shit and you told me the other day you technically didn’t need to be in until like Wednesday, right?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Yes. Why?”
“’Cause we got shit to do.” With one hand he held my bag and the other he held my hand as we walked up the pathway to the front door. “Yo, Bigs. you good for the rest of the night. We ain’t going nowhere.”
“Bet,” he said just before I heard the car door close.
“How was baking today?” he asked once we reached the kitchen. He’d since dropped my bag on the sofa.
I leaned against the island, taking in every favored part of him. “It was good. I got through everything on my to-do list. But let’s not speed past you asking if I had a passport, then telling somebody to book flights. What flight? When? How do you kno?—”
He set the pitcher of water down on the counter in front of him and turned to me, his expression unreadable. Then he picked me up and placed my body on the counter and wasted no time stepping between my legs. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his hands immediately at the button of my jeans.
I couldn’t stop him. Shit, I didn’t want to.Fuck.
We parted, those heavy brown eyes on me lighting fires everywhere they landed. “You need some dick. I got you. Gimme ’bout five minutes.”
Then he detached from me fully, moving toward the water pitcher to pour himself water, or so I thought, but instead he took the entire pitcher to the head, gulping it down. By the time he finished, he was slightly out of breath.
I was completely taken aback, but shit, he might have been right. I wasn’t turning down his offering.
“You eat?” He changed the subject, concern etched into his features.
“Earlier. I wasn’t too hungry when I got off.”
He nodded. “Khia made chicken and pasta for everybody else. It’s in the fridge.”
“Good to know. I’m not really hungry right now. I’ve been tasting batters and flavors all day.”
“But I bet you had a cup of coffee.”
I nodded. “And you know I did. How am I supposed to get through the day without it? Coffee is the only way I get through the day. A cup in the morning and another at five or six. It’s a daily need.”
He shook his head, judging my slight caffeine addiction like he had when I’d first told him about it. Well, I didn’t tell him about it willingly, I more so told him if I was gonna be spending the night at his home, he needed to get a little coffee pot or something to wake me up in the morning.
The thought had me looking over at the mean green Keurig single pod machine sitting in the corner of his countertop. It was for me and my comfort. To some it was a coffee machine, but to me it was more. It was him adjusting for me even though he didn’t have to.
“Yo, you gotta get a handle on that. What if one day you can’t drink coffee?”
“Why couldn’t I?”
