Page 45 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“Heffa, I don’t want to get in after y’all two finish doing the nasty in it.”
I laughed before I changed the subject. “So Nate.”
“Huh?”
“Heffa, if you can ‘huh,’ you can hear,” I answered as I grabbed a hard lemonade from the refrigerator. “I saw the way you’ve been watching him while they were moving.”
“I mean, the man is dark chocolate, and he’s glistening with all that sweat on him. I’m a mature woman, not dead.”
“Mature, Chels? You’re one year younger than I am. At twenty-nine, you’re only two years older than him.”
“I thought Salem was twenty-five.”
“He’s twenty-six now.” He had come into his inheritance from his paternal grandfather on his birthday a few weeks ago.“He told me that Nate was two years older than he is, which makes him two years younger than you.”
Chelsea chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully as she continued watching the movers.
“Just a thought, girl. Shoot your shot.”
“Does he have a woman?”
“You think I would be pushing you in that direction if he did? Come on, friend. You know me better than that,” I replied as I walked to the front door.
I saw the deliveryman pulling up. “Come on and help me get this food so we can feed these men.”
I headed outside, and with Chelsea’s help, we grabbed the seven pizza boxes, wings, and breadsticks. We already had several liters of soda, juice, water, and beer in the house.
We returned inside the house and set all the food out.
“Hey, guys. You can wash your hands in the hall bathroom and come and grab something to eat.”
Six big men filled my house. All of them instantly stopped what they were doing and rushed to the bathroom. Nate went to the guest bathroom in the guest bedroom, and Salem headed to our bathroom, while Chelsea and I pulled out paper cups, plates, and a bucket of ice.
I watched her and Nate find a place to sit together as they ate and talked. The rest of the men gathered and talked about football and boxing after everyone thanked me for feeding them.
Salem grabbed his plate and sat in the chair that I had the movers reposition repeatedly.
“Come here, li’l mama,” he ordered.
I grabbed my plate and cup and walked to him.
“Get on your seat,” he commanded and patted his lap.
“My seat is on your beard, sir.”
“Got that damn right. But seeing as how we have company—unless you wanna head to the bedroom.”
“I can wait,” I replied with a wink and a smile.
“Yeah, because we both know your ass can’t keep quiet.”
I giggled, and I took my seat on his lap. Salem took my plate from my hand, and he set both of our plates on the small table beside him. He grabbed a slice of my pizza and fed it to me.
“I still can’t believe that we’re doing this,” I shared after I chewed my food.
“Living together?”
“Yeah. Some people will think it’s too soon.”
