Page 12 of Calculated Kisses with a Scorpio
“If there is any evidence on her wrist from you grabbing her, you gon’ have to see me.”
Kairo walked out of Jacob’s office, and his long legs carried us to the front door.
“Wait, I have to get my stuff.” I huffed.
I slid down his hard body, and once again, my focus shifted.
Kairo and I stared at each other like we were the only people in the studio. Ashley clearing her throat pulled my attention from Kairo, and that irritated me. I already didn’t like her because of her role in the end of my relationship, but interrupting my moment with Kairo was going to have her knotted up like her fiancé. Her eyes bounced from me to Kairo, and she had the audacity to look pissed.
I never understood everyone’s need to fuck with me when I stayed to myself, but Ashley was begging for me to go off on her next.
“Can I help you?”
I guessed my irritation showed, because Kairo placed his hand on my lower back and angled his body to block mine.
“I was told to call the police if you don’t leave.”
“She is grabbing her stuff, then we’ll be out. Go back to what you were doing instead of trying to find a way to insert yourself in some shit that don’t concern you, shorty.”
Kairo pushed me away from Ashley toward the back of the building.
He had no way of knowing our lockers were back there, but he was 100 percent sure my stuff wasn’t near her. Not in the mood to be here any longer, I walked toward the back, and Icaught Benny staring at me. Had Kairo not been here, I was sure we would have been in a full-on fist fight. I hated everything about him, and the narcissist in him played the victim to my reactions, but no one ever asked what he did to me to make me react the way I had. Benny was the reason I’d just lost my job, and no one could convince me otherwise.
When I came in this morning, Jacob had been pissed about me going dark, but he told me I had one more time to mess up, so me being fired after working the whole morning made no sense.
“You fucking with him now? What? You using him for his money, too?”
“You wish I?—”
“Go get your stuff. We have a reservation, and you know how Texas traffic is. Don’t talk to her; she busy.” Kairo used his chin to reinforce his point of me getting my stuff.
“She don’t need you speaking for?—”
I slid my body in front of Kairo and pushed back.
He grabbed my hip and dug his fingers in my skin. Why was that erotic? I needed to focus because I didn’t need Kairo getting in no trouble behind me. Every part of me was attracted to him, but I would have to tell him I needed space because my life was out of control, and I had nothing to offer him.
Not even friendship.
“Come with me.” I linked our fingers, pulled him to the back where the lockers were, and grabbed my purse and my bedazzled tumbler. “What is your birthday?” I asked randomly.
“November fifteenth, why?”
“Just curious . . .”
A November Scorpio.
For some reason, that made the pull I felt between us make so much sense. As a hobby, I studied the zodiac signs, and every book I read said Cancers and Scorpios were compatible. I knewthere was more to people than the distinction of their signs, but I got a kick out of watching someone and their behavior aligning with what I read. It also made for interesting conversations.
From what I could remember from my reading, Scorpios were passionate, loyal, intense, and mysterious, everything Kairo had displayed in less than twenty-four hours.
“I got these for you,” Kairo said when we reached Ashley’s desk.
The bouquet was stunning, and the sunflower touch made me smile. I looked up at him and tried to take the vase from him, but he shook his head. Kairo carried it out of the studio, and I was so in love with my flowers I didn’t even look back to mourn a job that had been a part of me for the last seven years of my life.
“These are so beautiful. How did you know sunflowers were my favorite? Is that what you asked my daddy about yesterday?”
Kairo chuckled. “I pay attention. You have a sunflower on the back of your neck. When I peeped your keychain a minute ago, I knew I’d made the right choice in my selection.” He paused to help me in his car and secure the vase in the backseat. “I didn’t talk to your father about your favorite flower, but I’ll tell you what we discussed over lunch.”
