Page 100 of Treason's Temptation
The elevator opened, and Treason stepped off like he had all the time in the world. Arms swinging loosely, just enough to balance his stride. He looked so good, I bit into my lip watching him peel off his suit jacket. Head up, eyes forward on your target —me.
“Hey,” I greeted when he was close enough.
“You feeding another nigga is gonna get you fucked up,” Treason groaned.
“It’s Rylo.”
“Bitch what does that mean?” Rylo countered in a way that even made Treason chuckle.
“You don’t wanna fuck me.”
“Oh.” Rylo’s head bobbed side to side, “I don’t know, those thighs might turn me straight.”
I sucked my teeth, “Don’t get him started.”
“You’ll starve too. Watch it nigga,” Treason warned.
“Fine, I don’t wanna fuck because this pasta is too good, but you better keep her happy or we’ll both starve. The last one didn’t cook.”
“Oh really?” I smirked, craning my neck at Treason.
“Hell no. It was take-out getting delivered every damn night.”
“I pay you to tell me everybody else’s business. Not mine,” Treason scolded.
“You haven’t been doing that lately either, and boy was it a morning around here,” Rylo instigated.
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not,” Rylo shrugged dramatically.
Treason’s eyes skirted to me for a second opinion, but you could never be too sure with Rylo, so I shrugged.
“If he’s lying, don’t feed his ass again,” Treason groaned, setting his bag on the counter to dig in his pocket.
“Oh I’m not lying and Elgin can confirm it,” He said referring to the building handy man, “Mr. Johnson got caught sneaking the pool boy to the top floor. Then tried to lie and say he was checking the shower. Nigga’s are so stupid. Oh, and Daniel’s side piece showed up, and they got into a screaming match in the elevator. And come to find out it’s Rita’s ass stealing people’sshit then regifting it at Charity Galas. I can’t stand a wealthy, cheap bitch.”
Satisfied that he’d gotten his money’s worth, Treason left to take calls from his office, reiterating the need to execute my plan. He’d worked all day and still had more shit to do. He rarely complained and never made excuses. A vast difference from his predecessor, who would’ve launched dinner across the kitchen, all because the meeting didn’t go the way he wanted.
See, we can trust him.
The intercom went off, with Marissa damn near in tears, while Mrs. Johnson screamed in the background. Rylo jumped to his feet, almost leaving his leftovers, racing for the elevator. I stepped into Treason’s office, and without thinking, I draped my arms around him from behind, resting my chin near his shoulder.
“Morris would like to meet, but you’re booked this week. I can schedule it for next week.”
“Morris and his check are getting kicked off the arc if he keeps bitching. He doesn’t run shit.”
“At this point, I think he just likes being reminded of that. You’d think he learned by now.”
Treason shifted, turning enough to sit me on his lap. I could almost hear him thinking,What’s going on in that crazy ass head of yours?
“You’d think. Anything else?” Treason asked into the speaker.
I used the stolen moment to ask, “Are you almost done for the night?”
“A few more things to wrap up. Why? You got something better for me to do?”
“Yeah, I do. It’s called a surprise.”
