Opening the door, he was about to step out, but stopped when he saw Tallen standing outside.
“Hey, Doc, do you need something?”
“What are you still doing here?” he asked, instead of answering the other man’s question.
“Oh, I’m waiting for the boss to get here, plus he wanted me to stick by your side in case you needed anything.”
“O-okay.” He went to leave, but once again, Tallen got in his way. “Um...is there a reason you’re not letting me leave?”
“No, of course not," he said with a wry chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "But if you need to go somewhere, I can take you.”
Des stared at Tallen, wondering what his deal was, but put it aside for now. “I need to go to the store. I want to make something to eat.”
“Did you check the garden and the freezer?”
“Um..."
"Boss's garden is on the roof, and the freezer has extra meat and stuff."
Well, that's efficient."I didn't check, but still, I want to get fresh meat. I can get a few things and then look at the garden when we return."
"Alright, make a list, and I'll shop for you."
"You don't have to. I don't mind doing it myself."
"Then I'll go with you," Tallen insisted.
Des was getting ready to object again but felt Tallen wouldn't let up. "Okay, let's go."
“The store is a few minutes by car and much longer on foot. Plus, it's too hot for you to walk.”
Des had to admit Tallen had a point. “Sounds good.” As they walked to Tallen’s car, the man talked nonstop, mostly about his boss. But Des had to admit it eased the weirdness he had felt around the guy a few minutes ago. During their shopping trip, he discovered Tallen had started working for Othello six years ago and sometimes acted as his assistant.
He wanted to ask more questions that he knew Othello wouldn’t answer, but he didn’t want to put Tallen in an awkward position. So, instead, he simply listened, hoping Tallen would let something slip. It didn't take them long to get what he needed. Soon, they were heading back to Othello's apartment, where Des had to drag Tallen inside, because, for some odd reason, he didn't want to enter. Des told him he had to show him that garden, and it ended up adding another reason to fall in lust with Othello.
The man is too damn perfect. Does he have any flaws?
SCENE VI
OTHELLO
Othello entered his apartment and paused when a delicious scent hit him. He realized he hadn’t seen Tallen standing guard at the door as he'd instructed, making him wonder where his subordinate was hiding.
“Oy, Doc, I think it’s done.”
"Are you sure? Let me check. And I told you to call me Des; I'm not a doctor anymore."
"I'm not used to it yet. Give me some time."
Othello’s eyebrows furrowed, listening to the conversation.What the fuck is Tallen doing in here?It was against the rules for his subordinates to be in his apartment when he wasn’t home. Othello wasn’t in the mood to teach another person a lesson. He’d had a hard day and would rather fuck the tightest ass until they couldn’t walk straight. He’d spent most of the day hiring a new staff to run the Mirage. Not all the positions were filled, so he had to close the club for the rest of the week, which pissed him off royally because it was cutting into his profits.
"I don't think it's done yet. It needs more time," Des said.
"Are you sure?
"Yup."
"Doc...I mean Des, I didn't know you could cook."
