Page 34 of Taming a Menace
I tore into the wrap, and it was every bit as tasty as I assumed it was, if not more. I gobbled it up without even bothering to crack the bottle of water. Once I was done, I took a swig of the water before tasting a sample of the cake. I closed my eyes as moist layers melted in my mouth. The dessert was so delectable that I wanted to savor every bite.
I was already full, so instead of pigging out and making myself sluggish for the rest of my shift, I covered my dessert and placed the containers in my work tote. I still had almost an hour left for lunch. Standing from my desk, I walked over and locked the door before moving back over to grab my purse.
I’d watched the camera footage of him fucking me on the counter at least a hundred times over the years, but I still couldn’t get enough. I only installed cameras in the house because it was one of those temporary vacation rentals. I’d heard horror stories about people being spied on while they stayed in those places. All those true crime documentaries I watched made me paranoid. Once the night was over, I was glad that myscary ass put in cameras. I pulled up the video from my phone as I plopped down in my chair. Reaching under my desk, I picked up my purse and removed my rose.
Keywan was my sole reason for even bringing my toy to work. I knew that I had to be sated in order to power through our session without letting his wiles weaken my defenses. I’d used my rose before our session, and now I was considering using it again. Spreading my legs slightly, I stuck my hand into my pants.
It was crazy how wet I was just from sitting across the room from the man and eating his food. Opting against firing up my trusty friend a second time in a matter of hours, I used my fingers to circle my swollen nub as I watched him screw me into the next century.
I pressed my lips together to muffle my moans as a powerful orgasm surged through me. I let my phone drop from my fingertips onto the desk, throwing my head back to revel in the pleasure. I had no idea how I was going to get through the next fourteen weeks without climbing Keywan like a tree. Hopefully as long as he played nice, I would be able to endure the powerful urge to experience him again.
“This dress is too damn short, Ice. All of my cakes are hanging out in the back,” I said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
“No it’s not, sis. You look damn good.”
I’d made the mistake of letting my sister pick out something for me to wear to the club. The black dress was mid-thigh length with a split running a few inches up the right thigh. The sheer midsection gave it an extra hint of sex appeal, and sexy it was. It made me feel good to dress up and feel like I still had it.
“Do you know the last time I went to the club?” I asked, turning toward her.
Isis had come up with the crazy idea to go to some party her favorite singer was throwing. It had been all over the radio. It sounded like it was going to be too much for me, but somehow I let her convince me to join her. She always came through whenever I needed her, so I was doing my best to be a good sport.
“It’s been way too long. I’m the married one. I’m supposed to be the stick in the mud.”
“I’m not a stick in the mud. I just retired from the club scene after college.”
“Well tonight we’re bringing you out of retirement. Patrice is meeting us there, so we are about to have a ball. I gotta get you out of your feelings, bae.”
“I’m not in my feelings anymore. I’m just not ready to get back out there.” I enlightened her.
“Whatever. I don’t see why you didn’t give that fine ass chef your number from the start.”
“Thank God I didn’t.”
“You couldn’t have known he was going to end up being one of your patients years later.”
“Still it’s a good thing that I turned him down.”
“Did you though? You said you busted it open on your kitchen counter. That doesn’t sound like turning him down.”
“It was cool for a one-night stand. I couldn’t give that man my number knowing he thought I was a jump off.”
“You don’t know what he thought, girl. Maybe he likes jump offs.”
“Girl, please.” I rolled my eyes.
“I’m just saying.”
“You know what? He fucked me like he had anger issues. I should have known something wasn’t right about him.”
“Girl, shut up.” Isis laughed.
“I’m kind of glad that I had the foresight to turn down his attempt to take things further.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked before putting on her lip gloss.
“For one thing he was headed to prison. I saw that he’s been in prison for the past three years. In spite of everything I read in his file, he seems like a good guy with anger issues. I wouldn’t have seen the red flags until it was too late, or I was visiting him every other weekend.”
“Him being a patient is not a red flag. It’s an obstacle.”
