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Taylah

Finishing Court early, I decide to see if Drix can spare an hour at work for lunch. Not wanting to wait til tonight to see him, I shoot a text through.

Me: How’s your day shaping up?

Drix: It’s improving now.

Me: I finished Court early, do you have time to spare for lunch?

Drix: Yes. The office will be empty by the time you get here.

Me: I’ll buy something on the way

Drix: Perfect.

Traffic in the middle of the day is minimal, including a stop at a nearby café, I arrive at his office in just over thirty minutes.

Having not been there before, I follow the signs to where I think he would be, hoping to surprise him.

Ever since the adorable “my girl” declaration, everything feels different. Our bedroom fairytale has turned into something tangible. Something I wasn’t expecting. Something very real. Everyday we get closer. Our hearts. Our minds. Our bodies. We’re learning to live in each other’s lives and it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.

The door to what I assume is his office is ajar, and I nudge it open with my shoulder, my hands full with lunch. The sound of me entering, has him looking up from his computer screen. Swapping his initial look of annoyance for a smile that shines in his eyes. “You’re here.”

Rising, he heads toward me, as I mirror his steps. My eyes take in the graffitied walls, and the sporadic places of other desks. “This place looks great.”

Ridding me of the plastic bags, he places them on his desk, before cupping my chin, and bringing my face toward his. “You look better.” His woodsy scent embraces me as my lips seek out his. “I don’t think I tell you how much I love when you’re dressed up like this.”

I follow his eyes and look down at my high waisted pants, and the tucked in camisole, covered with a short, three quarter jacket. “I wear the same thing every day.”

“No. On Court days everything is just that little bit sexier,” he says bringing his thumb and forefinger close together. “Like you want to show everyone exactly who calls the shots.”

“Does it work?” I ask playfully.

“Definitely.” His lips part as he gives me a once over. “You look just as ruthless, as you do beautiful.”

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

“I thought it was my dick.”

“And your compliments.” Excited to finally be in Drix’s work space, and see another part of his world, I step away, and give myself a mini tour. “So, where is everyone?”

“Most of them are out at the local schools, checking up on all their clients.” He explains the ins and out of the place, as he sets up our lunch across his desk. “I try to schedule my outside visits when everyone is in the office, so it’s a little bit quieter, and the majority of my clients are kids you won’t find in school.”

I hear the sandwich wrappers rustle behind me. “Are you coming to eat?”

“Just give me a second,” I call back to him. “These walls are fucking brilliant.”

“They are. There’s some fucking talented kids out there.”

I look back at him. “Your clients did this?”

“Yeah. Every two years we let them revamp it for us. If they create the space, they respect it more, and in turn respect what you’re trying to do for them.”

“You love working here, don’t you?”

The side of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Am I that obvious?”

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