Page 33 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys’ grin widened. “Exactly.”

Kenyatta chuckled. “So, you got a whole king watching your office.”

She lifted a shoulder, her expression amused. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Kenyatta exhaled, shaking his head. “Shit. Yeah, I ain’t gon’ lie…I respect it. But I’ma also keep my distance ‘til we on better terms.”

Krys laughed. “Smart man.”

Musa finally shifted, standing up with the slow, deliberate movements of something that didn’t need to rush for anybody. He stretched, shook out his fur, then walked over to Krys, sitting next to her chair like a silent enforcer.

Kenyatta leaned back slightly, shaking his head. “Yeah. This some boss-level shit. You really out here with a whole personal security system.”

Krys just grinned. “Like I said. I don’t do unprotected investments.”

Kenyatta chuckled, running a hand down his face. “Man, let’s just get to this job talk before I gotta sign a waiver or some shit.”

Musa let out a low, approving huff.

Kenyatta eyed the dog one more time. Yeah…he was going to move real carefully around that one.

Leaning back, his posture relaxed now, watching her scan whatever was on her desk before her. Legs spread. Arms resting. Amused. “You gon’ act like you ain’t surprised.”

Krys didn’t even look up. “Oh, I’m surprised. I just hide it better than you.”

Kenyatta chuckled, rubbing his chin. Damn, she was sharp.

She sighed, shaking her head. “You know you didn’t even submit an application, right?”

Kenyatta’s smirk faltered. “What?”

Krys arched a brow. “Yeah. There’s no application for Kenyatta Hayes. You just showed up. Unannounced.”

Kenyatta exhaled sharply, rubbing his hand down his face. “Man, my pops told me to come through. Said I needed to talk to Chris. That’s it.”

Krys gave him a long, pensive stare. Eyes assessing, calculating, trying to figure him out the same way he did to people.

She tapped the folder. “So…maintenance, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You handy?”

“Yeah.”

Krys tilted her head. “That’s all you got for me?”

Kenyatta gave a lazy grin. “I mean, I can lie if that helps.”

Then, she exhaled, like she was deciding how much patience she had left for him today.

Finally, she leaned back, tapping her nails against the desk. “I’ll give you the job…under one condition.”

Kenyatta arched a brow. “Here we go.”

Krys folded her hands in front of her. “I need a plus-one for a family event. My boyfriend canceled last minute.”

Silence.

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