“My bad. Does my bare chest make you uncomfortable?”
“That’s not the word I’d use.”
“Bet. But if I cover up my chest, you need to cover up your legs,” he wagered.
I looked down at my legs, then lifted the hem of my shirt.
“I’m wearing shorts.”
“Shit, Malyah. Put your shirt down.”
“What? Did you think I was naked underneath?”
“I assumed you weren’t, but now I won’t be able to get the visual of your pussy print out of my head.”
I gasped as I released the hem of my shirt that I didn’t realize was still in my grasp. His comment had me blushing, so I came back with, “As if your dick print is any better.”
For the second time in less than a minute, he looked down and smirked.
“My bad.”
While I moved to the head of the bed and tucked my legs underneath the comforter, he put on a shirt. It was necessary, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t disappointed that I could no longer see his chest.
“We’re watchingDessert Wars.”
He went to the other side of the bed and sat on top of the comforter. I found the current season of the show and clicked on episode one. There were six contestants, and they had to go through a series of challenges.
It started with simple challenges like making frosting from scratch with specific ingredients, getting more difficult with each challenge. At the end of each round, someone had to go home.
“I could do most of the stuff in these challenges with my eyes closed,” I said.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“I love your confidence. I’m surprised you haven’t barged your way into me or my father’s office with one of your desserts and told us how much it needs to be added to our shops.”
“Anika has actually told me to do that a few times. I’m confident, not crazy. I couldn’t risk getting fired. Besides, I want more than my desserts in your shops. The job I want has specific requirements.”
He looked at me for a moment before confirming, “Pastry chef?”
I nodded. “I don’t have the experience or education yet, but when I do, I’ll hit you up first.”
He smiled. “You do that.”
We continued watching the show, and when it came down to the last two contestants, they were tasked with makingpain au chocolat, which was basically chocolate croissants in French. Croissants were considered one of the most difficult desserts to make, and the prep was very time-consuming.
The show was prerecorded, and the host explained that all the contestants were required to do the prep in case they made it to the final round. I was very interested in seeing their results.
“You think you could make that?” Kenzo asked.
“One of my favorite things to do is take these fancy desserts and make them Black.”
He laughed, but I was serious.
“You’re hilarious.”
“I’m being serious. You knowwedon’t like those fancy ass desserts.”
