Page 89 of Tarek

Annette raises her eyebrow at me, and I did the same because I am not about to be intimidated by a child.

“Don’t go in there it’s packed,” Annette says casually as she walks away.

Packed? I grab Tarek hard pulling him down the hall around the bend. A dead end. The only door available is the janitor’s closet.

Tarek folds his arms and leans back and props himself up on the wall. “You know I always had a fantasy of fucking in a confessional. I should make one at Nowhere.”

“No cursing, Tarek!” He is driving me insane.

“Are you ashamed of me, Penelope?” The question feels sincere like my answer matters.

I can hear the click clack of someone’s shoes.

“No, I am not ashamed of you, but the gossip mill will have a field day with this,” I reply, I reach for his arm and pull. The heifer is strong, he doesn’t even budge.

“She has no respect for the Lord, ringing phones, loud talking,” Ms. Johnson’s voice echoes down the hall.

I walk to the janitor’s closet and thankfully it’s open. I point at the dark closet. “Get in.”

Tarek raises his eyebrow and smirks. “Fuck, no.”

“Tarek, this is a church. No cussing. Get in.”

He chuckles. “No, and I am in the perfect place for cussing. My sins will be forgiven faster here.”

I blink rapidly trying my best to understand what the hell he just said. “You really are hedonistic.”

Tarek laughs with his head back. “When did I ever tell you I was a moral person, Penelope? I own a sex club, for God’s sake.”

My heart skips. “I don’t care about any of those things. If I’m being honest, it’s your hedonistic qualities that I find most attractive.”

Tarek eyebrows almost touch his hairline. Tarek pushes himself off the wall, and slowly he strides toward me. “So, you find me attractive.”

I shake my head, fighting back a smile. “I do. Now get in the janitor’s closet.”

“Maybe I will develop a new kink, by fucking in a janitor’s closet.” Tarek pushes his head in, taking a peek. “It’s so dark in here.”

“She has no discipline. When I get a hold of her mother.” Ms. Johnson’s nasal voice is coming closer. Without a second thought, I lean into Tareks’ back with all my strength. Tumbling us both into the closet. I reach forward and close the door.

“What the fuck, Pen?” Tarek fusses.

My hands search for his, then go up his shoulders and his neck. I quickly cover his mouth. “Shh, please.”

Darkness settles around us.

“Where did they go?” I hear Ms. Johnson asks someone right outside our door.

Tarek takes the opportunity to lick the inside of my palm. His tongue slowly glides against it. I try my best to hold in my giggle.

Covering my mouth to hold my laugh.

I can hear the door knob turning and my heart is pumping. Both Tarek and I stay very still. If we are discovered I know next week, I will be the topic of the next sermon. The door opens and the light from the hallway spills into the room.

“Johnson, girl, what the hell are you doing?” someone asks.

“What you need?” Ms. Johnson asks.

“Bishop called your name twice for the reading. If you don’t come, Hattie will read.”

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