Page 117 of Taeja

“Yes,” Taeja said, beaming. “Where are you going?”

“I have a client.”

“Okay,” Taeja said. “Drive safe.”

Zain nodded toward her, then Damon. He snatched his keys off the counter and headed to the garage.

Taeja huffed and looked at Damon. “I’m happy you don’t force me to eat.”

“You’re eating at twelve. Don’t think you got away.”

“Breakfast deevn taste good this early. A deevn nine o’clock yet.”

“If he hears you talking bad about his cooking, he’ll throw a fit.”

Taeja’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”

Damon chuckled. “Don’t try it when I’m here because he won’t cook for me.”

“Love yu belly too much,” Taeja said, and he smirked. “Yu nuh done drink the coffee yet, Damon? You’ve been sipping on it for ten minutes now.”

“This is my second cup.”

“I didn’t realize…”

“Figured.” Damon leaned off the counter and began walking further into the house. “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?” she asked from behind him.

“To do the thing you asked me about a while back.” He opened the office door and motioned for her to enter.

Taeja looked at all the latest computer technology in awe. “Wow,” she breathed. “I’m wet.”

Damon snapped his head over in her direction. His lips parted slightly as he watched her admire everything. Damon smiled, feeling that warmth settle in his chest again.

Taeja looked at him, her eyes glistening. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed.

“Nothing.” Damon looked away quickly. Clearing his throat, he walked toward the desk in the middle of the room and sat on the chair.

Taeja stood behind him. She threw her arms around his shoulder, trailing her lips along his cheek before kissing it and making him stiffen. “That wasn’t nothing. Tell me.”

“You saying you’re wet because of my tech room makes me hard. Not my dick.It stimulates my mind.”

Grinning, she pulled away from him. “When you say it like that, we sound like nerds.” She sat on the chair beside him and ran her fingers along the keyboard. “I never had anything like this. Just my PC, but I don’t have it anymore.”

“Do you want it back or should I get you a new one?” he asked as he opened several tabs on the monitor. “Turn on that computer and go to this site—” He wrote a name on a sticky note.

“You have good penmanship for a man.”

“Not sure if I should feel offended or take that as a compliment.”

“It’s a good thing.” She followed his orders. “And I’ll have to get a new one. Jerry bought me that one and I’m trying to start over, so…”

“Do you need a new phone, too?”

“I didn’t think about that. Yes, I do. I’ll buy it… Sas Crise, mi have so much things fi buy! Mi nuh know how mago manage unless I go back to being an escort—” She burst out laughing when Damon stopped typing to glare at her. “I’m joking! Mi know how yu feel about me with other people. But I do need a job, though. What do you think I should do?”

“What you’re doing right now,” Damon said, watching out the corner of his eyes as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

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