What the fuck is wrong with my baby?
I lightly tap the glass, and time spins on its axis as Sadia’s wet eyes meet mine. I motion toward the door while mentally praying that she unlocks it so I can get in. Seconds pass as we stare at each other without a word.
Come on, baby. Let me in.
I plead with my eyes as my chest tightens when water falls from Sadia’s eyes and makes a steady track down her cheeks. A light throb creeps up the back of my head but dissipates instantly when the sound of the locks pierces my ears. I pull the door open and drop into the seat before Sadia can fully react to my movements.
“I’ve been told that I’m a good listener. Let me be that for you.” My voice is softer than I’ve used with anyone other than Ma.
For countless seconds, silence fills the interior as Sadia wipes the moisture from her red face. The urge to pull her over the seat and into my lap causes me to run my hands up and down my pants. My eyes meet Sadia’s melancholy ones, and it feels like my heart is about to break in two. Something about the absence of Sadia’s glowing smile has knots in my stomach.
“Talk to me, Sadia. Sometimes it helps and can make you feel better.”
This is our first interaction outside of Sadia serving me, but it still feels comfortable and right. I don’t know this woman from a can of paint. I want to help her unburden herself of what has her emotionally broken in this car.
“If it’ll help make it easier, I’ll hold you.” I smirk.
Sadia’s eyes clear briefly as light giggles fall from her lips, and the sound charges not only the atmosphere in the vehicle but me as well. Sadia’s humor feels like the feeling of my first nut at fifteen . . . life-changing.
“I’m not sure if that’s appropriate, Chance.”
Gotdamn! Even broken, her voice is hypnotic.
My dick twitches from the low, silky, and melodic tone as I mentally coach myself to not fall into the gutter so I can keep this conversation in the perspective it needs. This isn’t the time to get lost in the sexual attraction this woman can throw me into.
“How about this? Let’s take a walk, and you can get some air while you let me in on what’s going on.”
Another few seconds pass as Sadia bites on her bottom lip, and I force myself to look away due to the lust that develops. This is one of the times when being single can have adverse effects. If Sadia were mine, I would fuck every emotion out of here until only smiles and her pulsing pussy remain.
“Okay.”
Her acceptance feels like air on a hot summer day as I nod my head and exit the car without another word. I quickly move to the driver’s side and pull the door open to assist Sadia to her feet. A jolt of electricity when my hand lands on Sadia’s back almost causes me to stumble from the foreign currency that flows through my body. When Sadia’s shoulders jump, and a tremor is felt in her back, I know that I’m not alone in the effects of my touch.
“I don’t think I’ve ever taken the time to walk down here,” Sadia says as we walk past the front entrance of the coffee shop.
“Me either. I guess that means we’ll get to experience it together. So tell me what had you crying in the confines of your car.”
“The other day, I found out that I’m not going to graduate because some type of glitch showed that my balance was paid, only to discover that I owe almost six thousand dollars.”
The minute the last word leaves her mouth, tears return, and Sadia’s lip trembles as she cries without making a sound. Flutters form in my stomach, and a frown slides into place as I debate how I should respond to more expressions of her torment.
“I’ll pay it,” I say.
Thanks to my parents opening a bank account for me at birth and to the generous salary I earn as a parole officer, I have a nice chunk of money in my savings account. It doesn’t seem right to know that Sadia is in need of cash, know that I have the means to help her, and not do so. I also don’t like seeing the pain and unshed tears in Sadia’s eyes. It causes pain in my chest and the strong urge to be her knight in shining armor. My words stop Sadia in her tracks, and a chill that replaces the warmth of her presence beside me makes me turn slightly.
Sadia’s eyes stretch as she gazes at me with mystery and uncertainty. There’s an inch or two between us as we have a silent stare down.
“What do you mean, you’ll pay it?” The cutest snarl forms on Sadia’s lips as a smirk slides into place on mine.
“I have it, and now so will you. Watching you fall apart when I have the means of solving your problem isn’t something that I’m beat for. What’s the information for your school, along with who I need to speak with to take care of this tomorrow?”
“Are you out of your mind? Why would you offer to pay my balance? You don’t even know me. You don’t even know if I’m telling you the truth. Why would you offer up your money like I said I need ten cents?”
A low chuckle falls from my mouth from the outrage, intrigue, and stubbornness that are at war within Sadia’s eyes.
“According to my last physical, my mind is sharper than any two-edged sword. But your tears and torment are proof that you’re not lying about the problem. As far as knowing you, I’m kind of offended because we do know each other. I see you every?—”
“Be for real, Chance. I make your morning beverage, but that doesn’t mean I know you. You’re acting like I offered myself asa burnt offering or something.” When she puts her hand on her waist and gives me stern eyes, my laughter returns.
