Page 17 of Trucker
Even though I wasn’t in Albright for that—I was there to work and get my shit together, I wasn’t blind. I could see the body on her and themaninside me along with the wildness appreciated it.
Clearing my throat, I draped my bag over my shoulder and paused as she opened a white door and stepped aside.
“I wasn’t sure what you were into.” She told me. “I figured a lake view would suit you. If that’s not good, I can move you to the other side of the house. Don’t worry about the sun. The curtains are blackout curtains, and they are operated by that little blue remote on the bedside table. You can also set them on a timer too.”
She beamed proudly at me.
I fought the urge to smile at how cute that made her and turned my head toward the view.
“This is fine.” I assured her, meeting her gaze—barely.
Stepping into the room, I arched a brow.
The bed looked comfortable and the white sheets floating in the gentle breeze whispering through the window made me smile.
“This room has a bathroom attached.” Taji continued, walking in and pushing the curtains wider.
It wasn’t a view of the lake that smacked us in the face the moment I looked out the window. The lake sparkled off in the distance. If I squinted, I could see it better, but I didn’t mind. The truth was, I didn’t care what view I had.
I didn’t plan on spending much time in the room or the house, for that matter.
“Right now, it’s stocked.” I came back to reality to her saying. “If there is something missing, let me know. If you don’t like what’s there, I’m sure we can figure something out.”
I set my bag on the floor.
“They told me you’d be buying your own meals but why do that?” She shrugged when I looked at her. “I usually cook, and you’re welcomed to whatever I have in the kitchen.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s no big deal.” Taji replied. “I have to eat anyway, right?”
I shrugged at her.
“It’s nice to cook for someone else other than me.
I smiled.
“You’re doing us a huge favour.” Taji added. “It’s the very least I can do. Now, wash up and come down for breakfast. Your captain told me you’re of Jamaican background?”
I blinked at her.
Zoom hadn’t told me she’d spoken with Taji.
I nodded. Knowing by the impish grin on her lips that she was up to something.
“I have a surprise for you.” Taji giggled.
“Should I be scared?” I lowered my voice.
“I don’t know. Don’t you like surprises?”
“Not really.” I admitted.
“Not even if I distract you with a cute face?” She turned her head to the side, wiggled her brow at me then stroked her chin.
I laughed.
There wasn’t another reaction for that moment.
