Page 10 of Maid Fohr Love
“I learned much of what you are required to eat is what I already consume. Mostly fresh fruit, vegetables, nuts, eggs, and pretty much anything with protein that isn’t fattening. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to prepare the table while you find something,anything,to do with yourself besides gawk from across the room without announcing yourself.”
“My intentions weren’t to scare you. My presence was meant to be made known by the ruckus these size twelve feet make on any surface. The music pumping through your buds was interfering with that. Blame self.”
Choosing to turn and walk away before she said anything else was possibly the best decision I’d made in the last few minutes. If I didn’t leave the moment I did, I’d still be standing there –waiting for her to say more. Waiting for her to sayanything.
FOUR
A feast suitable for royalty.
That’s what she’d prepared. That’s what sat before us. That’s what I watched her indulge as I leaned back in my chair with a hand tossed over my knee and my eyes trained on her lips.
There was a spread of fruit and vegetables that she’d made possible by ordering ahead of time, in the wee hours after I’d left her home. She had them delivered directly to my doorstep. In addition to the array of colors, the omelets she’d made for us both were better than any I’d seen in the past – preorpost season.
And, there I was waiting. And, waiting. And, waiting some more.
Like a pup desperate for its owner’s attention, I waited for Kit to give me hers. Instead, she kept her eyes glued on the pages of the colorful, vibrant novel that was propped up in front of her until they weren’t anymore. Then, they were on me. Gazing into my rounds and causing a stampede in my chest.
Attention undivided, I straightened my posture. My slouched back straightened and shoulders squared as they should’ve been. Yet, the wait to hear her mumble something from her pouty, perfectly positioned lips continued. Nevertheless, my sight didn’t falter.
“Why are you staring at me?” She poked, finally. She’d given me something to soothe the desire to hear her voice, though it wasn’t really anything at all.
Why not? I thought.
“Because I’m trying to figure out why you’re here,” I responded, tilting my head as I searched for something below the surface.
“First, you can’t let go of the fact that I don’t want to come. When I show up, you’re obsessed with the fact that I’m here. What is this, Fohr McClarren?”
“Whole name, huh?” I nodded with a slight chuckle.
She was carefully carving a space for herself in my head and heart. The best part about it was that she had no idea. And, it was effortless, too. Kit didn’t have to do much, or do anything at all. It was her. That was the issue.
She wanted boundaries to remain intact, and I got that. However, I didn’t neglect to acknowledge the fact that while it would possibly be easy on her part, it would be a struggle for me. From the minute she opened her door, I knew the internal struggle would be difficult to contain.
“As my employer, I think it’s proper.”
“Hmmm.” With a nod, I sipped the water from the gallon jug before me.
“May I take your plate?” She questioned as she stood, full-length and astounding.
“Have a seat,” I challenged, standing in response, and starting toward her end of the table instead. There was so much distance between us. Too much, almost. I wanted her near. Nearer at least. She seemed so far away. Too far away.
Chill. My thoughts preceded me. Warning me. Chastising me.
As one aware of his own desires and never being afraid to conquer them, oftentimes I had to interfere and stop myself from falling face forward after moving too swiftly. Not with women, ever, but in decisions that I’d made in my life’s span. That was exactly why I didn’t understand the immediate and intense urge I’d acquired in a matter of hours for the woman before me. My housekeeper. My house cleaner. Mymaid.
Kit’s voice hiked in her throat as my frame entered space that she’d possibly intended to keep sacred. Reaching over her, I removed the plate she’d just finished off from the table. All that was left were juices from the fruit she’d consumed.
Her omelet was small, but she’d piled her plate with avocados, watermelon, grapes, pineapples, berries, and tomatoes. She wasn’t a stranger to the healthy lifestyle, and I found peace in knowing that.
It also made me wonder what level of her consumption her pussy benefited from. It was proven that an increased amount of fruits could transform the saliva of a woman’s vagina into nectar as sweet as them.
Fohr.My consciousness alerted me.
Pulling myself together, I extracted every limb of my being from Kit’s personal space, allowing her to breathe again as I trashed the stems and scraps from breakfast. I opened thedishwasher that I’d requested with my home and placed both plates inside. Before I could close it, there was a hand wrapped around mine, pulling it open.
“We won’t be using the dishwasher around here. Not while I’m here,” Kit hissed.
At the realization that her palm was pressed against my wrist, she removed it. The gnawing of her lips began as she looked in every direction but mine. Her cheeks darkened a golden red – like the inner flame of fire – as I stared at the side of her face.
