Page 5 of Trust Issues
“I’m going to Kyla’s place after work. She’s going to help me find a date.”
Marshall smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. He’d been trying for years to get me to go on a date with him but I refused. I refused anyone I worked with though so it wasn’t anything personal. I didn’t mix business with pleasure.
Like I said, I had magic between my thighs and I didn’t need to let it loose in the workplace. That would cause all kinds of problems. I definitely didn’t want to give Marshall any. He was a damn good lawyer but he wasn’t worth sex.
“You’re going to let Kyle help you find a date when she can’t even find the date that’s right under her nose? Good luck.”
I snapped my fingers and pointed at Marshall and said, “Oh, I meant to tell you there’s a sale on maxi pads at the store since your flow is kind of heavy today. Us girls gotta look out for each other.” He flipped me off and walked out of my office. “Was it something I said?”
“Girl, it’s always something you say. You and that sharp tongue of yours. I wish I could cut people off at the knees like you do.”
“It’s a gift and a curse,” I sighed. “Listen, come by tonight and bring snacks. I’m sure Naima has some kind of wine in the chiller. You two can have at it. You know what I’m going for.”
“Tequila,” she sighed.
“Exactly.” I put my glasses back on and looked at Cadence to see if she needed anything else.
“I guess that’s my cue. See you tonight, Kyla.” She left my office and left that heavy ass armchair directly in front of my desk. Shit, I hadn’t gotten any dick in months either but I still didn’t have the strength to lug that chair back into place.
I worked two hours straight on a new divorce case that came across my desk. There was no prenup and the wife had irrefutable evidence that her husband had been sleeping around with the seventeen-year-old babysitter. It was an open-and-shut case and money in my bank account.
I closed out my day with case notes and even though I was supposed to be spending the night helping Cadence find a date and navigate the dating app scene, I took some work home with me.
I’d just closed my briefcase when Cadence stuck her head in my office. She offered me a sparkling smile and bright mahogany eyes. Her skin practically glowed with the prospect of finding a man. “We’re still on for tonight, right?” She quizzed, her voice full of hope.
“Yeah. You’re still bringing snacks, right?”
“Yes, Kyla,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
“Cool. Come over in a couple of hours. I need time to unwind.”
“I understand. Say no more.” She held her hand up and laughed as she left.
Before I stood from my desk, I reached in my drawer and grabbed a handful of pink Starburst candies that I kept stashed away for various times during the day. If I could live on those damn things I would. I scrolled through my playlist and tapped my favorite songHey Mr. DJbyZhane.It always made me feel like a Friday afternoon regardless of what day it actually was.
The second my ass hit the seat in my car, I turned up the music and sang along horribly to one of my favorite 90’s songs. That’s the only music I really cared about. Until the current state of music evolved past mumble rap, I’d gladly live in my nineties time warp. Naima always made fun of me for being stuck in my ways but I challenged her to find a better decade of music and she couldn’t.
Boom.
I win.
When I got home, I barely had the door unlocked before I snatched my curly wig off and tossed it on the couch. The ritual of unpinning my waist-length locs started before I kicked my heels off. Barkley ran up to me wagging his cute little tail and I smiled.
“Hi baby,” I cooed.
“Hey sweetie,” Naima cooed back with a smile.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” I laughed with bobby pins tucked between my lips.
“I know but it’s nice to pretend. Otherwise, I’d never get sweet-talked. My love life is dry as that wig you insist on wearing all the time.”
“Girl. Don’t come for my wig. You literally had a hair closet at your house.” I pointed out. I slid the last bobby pin from my hair and sighed happily.
“I know. My hair was high quality though. Anyway, how was your day?” She sat on the couch and moved my wig with her pointer finger like it was plagued. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with my wig. She was a fucking hater.
“It was good. Cadence is coming over in a little while so I can help her find a date.”
“Well, she asked the right person for help. You’re never without a date but somehow you’re always without sex. How does that work, Kyle?” Naima could barely hold back her smug little smirk. I chose to ignore her because pushing my buttons was one of her favorite pastimes.
