Pulling open the bottom drawer, I grabbed a clear plastic cup.
“Baby.” Her name sounded good on my tongue. She didn’t respond but peered up at me through her lashes to let me know she heard me. “I need you to go pee in this.”
She jerked up, nibbling the side of her lip. She seemed embarrassed that I asked, but my position was no better than hers.
Reaching out, she grabbed the cup from my outstretched arm. A part of me wanted her to put up a fight like D-Low, just so I can get some kind of reaction outta her.
She mumbled, but got up and walked away, closing the door behind her.
Groaning, I laid my head back and pinched the bridge of my nose. I don’t know what kind of self-control I thought I had, but it’s getting harder to hide what her presence was doing to me. My dick was stiff in my slacks, and I tried readjusting myself to relieve the pressure. I never wanted to fuck a bitch so bad in my life.
When the door creaked open, I thought it was her coming back, but it was Lauren.
“Nah, not today,” I declared, walking around the desk. “You know damn well I got a parolee in here.”
She strolled up to me and palmed my dick through my jeans.
“Five minutes and we’ll be done,” she claimed, lifting her dress to show me the thong she had on. “It’s edible.”
I lunged forward to pull it down.
Looking over her shoulder at the door, my heart pounded hard. I was gone loose my shit if Baby strolled in and saw this.
“Stop playing, girl.” I popped her hand when she grabbed ahold of my belt loop, tryna loosen it up.
“You stop playing,” she responded, a grin on her face. “You know you want me.”
“Aye! I’mma report yo’ ass.” I glared at her, a scowl forming on my face. “Sexual harassing a nigga and shit.”
I looked again over her shoulder, and I probably shouldn’t have. Lauren ain’t slow by no means, so when she peeped how nervous I was, she made up her own assumption about what’s going on.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You like that convict, huh? You don’t want her seeing us together or something?”
She ain’t too far from the truth, but it ain’t none of her damn business. This what I get for thinking with my dick and not my head. I knew better than to fuck with this bitch, especially in a place where I make my money. Her words struck a nerve inside me when she called Baby a convict. I was getting ready to snap on her ass for being so judgmental, but Baby peaked her head in, just in time.
“Should I come back?”
Her small voice tugged at me. I don’t know what it is about Baby that’s drawing me to her, but it was dangerous, and I needed to know how to make it stop. This can’t happen. Not like this. Now when I'm who I am, and when she’s who she is.
I looked in Lauren’s direction. “You can come in. My supervisor was just leaving.”
I had to make it known to Baby, who Lauren was to me. I didn’t realize until it was too late, that I unintentionally gave Lauren the answer she was looking for this whole time.
She stomped her feet all the way out the door. She was mad at me, but she needed to be mad at herself. I told her I wasn’tready for a commitment. It's her fault for thinking she could change me.
Baby came in with the cup behind her back. I motioned at the small slot on the side of the door and told her to drop it inside there. Somebody usually comes and pick those up by the end of the day.
She plopped back down in the chair, placing her hands under her legs. I wasted no time explaining what she should and shouldn’t be doing while on parole. I just want to finish this quick, so I can get her ass up outta here. Every second she was in my presence, the more I wanted her.
7
BABY
I don’t knowwhy I didn’t recognize him before, but when he mentioned his name, all the nerves in my body awakened.
My heart remembered Love.
Every girl in the hood wanted to fuck his fine ass. I used to see him and his brother around my neighborhood all the time, but I don’t think he even noticed me, not until that day.
