Once we hit the road, I could hear her lightly crying as she rested her head against the window. I felt bad as fuck for her. Since I’d been working with her for the past month, I got to see that while she had a hard exterior that made her a beast at what she did, she was still a sweetheart on the inside.
She did a lot of little shit to make my job and life easier, and the shit never went unnoticed. I knew that everyone was different with their significant others and shit, but I had no idea as to why her ex-nigga thought it was a good idea to fumble her for some random ass Instagram models.
I didn’t know what to do or say to ease her pain right now, so I chose to just let her get the shit out. If she wanted to talk about it, we could, but I had a feeling that this was some shit she’d haveto process on her own. She’d say something if she wanted my input.
As we made the drive to her house, I thought back to the lunch we’d had together the other day, where we both got to know each other better. I wasn’t sure why we’d chosen to share our life stories that day, but we did, and I really enjoyed talking to her.
“What kind of tacos do you like?” I asked, handing her the menu from my favorite street taco spot, Fuel City. Some people thought they were overrated, but not me.
Everyone else had gone home for the day, and it was just the two of us. We both had work to catch up on before the day was over, and we had decided we weren’t heading home until we got everything done. So, I decided to order dinner, so we didn’t have to go out and fight the traffic that was still backed up outside. For the most part, I’d already learned what Kenedi liked and didn’t like, so I could order for her or have Beverly order for her without having to ask her what she wanted.
I’d learned the little things about her, like what she did and didn’t want on her burger. She was an extra lettuce, but no pickles or tomato kind of girl. She also always scratched her eyebrows when she was frustrated or deep in thought, which made sense why she didn’t wear makeup. I was sure that she’d rub it all off by lunchtime. She had to drink a full eight ounces of water before her first cup of coffee, because if she didn’t, coffee would be all she drank for the day. And she was very observant and used that skill to help me make some pretty good deals since she’d been working for me.
I wasn’t sure why in the hell I was studying her the way that I was, though. I kept telling myself it was because we spent so much time together because of the hours we worked, but I knew it was something deeper. However, I wasn’t going to ever explore it. Kenedi was an amazing woman, but I would neverintentionally cross those lines with her. She was an asset to the company, and I didn’t need any kind of office romance to ruin that for us.
“Uh, I’ll just have what you’re having. You keep raving about them, so I think it’s only right to try out what you like to eat for the first time,” she said, looking up from her computer briefly as she sat on the couch in my office.
“Alright, I got you,” I said, sending in the order.
It took about thirty or so minutes for the food to get to us, so we continued working until it arrived. Once it was delivered, I had to damn near force her to take a break from work. I tried to tell her that there was always going to be a fire that she needed to put out, and that she couldn’t do that to the best of her ability if she wasn’t taking a few seconds to breathe every now and again.
“Put the computer down, Kenedi. Trust me, if I know nothing, I know the work will be there,” I said, laughing as she sat her computer to the side of her and came over to the table where I sat.
“Here you go,” I said, scooting her food over to her.
“Thank you.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, eating, before I decided to say something. Whenever we were in silence together, it was comfortable and not weird. But for some reason, today, I felt like talking, so that’s what I did.
“So, how are things going with the ex?” I asked.
“Uh, they’re going. He’s still calling, and I’m still ignoring. I’m sure he’ll get the picture that it will never ever happen between the two of us again soon.”
“Nah, he probably won’t. Women like you are hard to find, so he’s going to keep trying until he finds someone he thinks might come close.”
Blushing, she took a bite of her food. I could see the orgasm she’d just had from that first bite, and I knew she’d be hooked on them the same way that I was. After wiping her mouth, she replied, “You sound like you’re speaking from experience there. Did you lose a good woman? If you don’t mind me asking. I know my ex and my story is public knowledge, so it’s easier to talk about it.”
“Yeah, something like that. I was young and dumb, and she told me that if I ever fumbled her, there wouldn’t be a second chance. Now, I have to watch her living the life I wanted with someone else.”
“Do you still love her?”
“Nah, I have love for her. But I stopped loving her like that a long time ago. I want nothing but the best for her, and I accepted a long time ago that she wasn’t meant to have the life that she has now with me.”
“I see. Well, at least you’ve grown from that experience. Did finding Logan help you get over her?”
“Who?”
Laughing, she replied, “Uh, Logan, your girlfriend. Did she help you get over the woman before her?”
“Oh, hell nah. That shit just came with time and understanding. And Logan is not my girlfriend.”
“Oh, well, she definitely seems to think otherwise. I guess I did, too. I could’ve sworn the two of you were together.”
“Nope, we just fuck. She seems to think it’s something more than that, but I can’t help whatever made-up scenarios she has rolling around in her head.”
Nodding her head, she went back to eating her food. I wasn’t sure how she took what I said, but I was never one to sugarcoat a damn thing. So, the only thing that I could do was be honest, and that was my truth. Logan liked to call herself my woman, and after correcting her ass way too many times toremember, I just decided to let her live in the state of delusion that she wanted to be in. It wasn’t hurting me, so I figured I shouldn’t keep repeating myself to someone who wasn’t going to listen anyway.
“So, if Logan isn’t your girlfriend, what kind of woman are you looking for? I mean, you’re not getting any younger, you know,” she said, shrugging.
