Page 43 of Brew
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Erica
I don’t know what I expect at work the next day, but after a restless night’s sleep, I got up early to bake muffins. It’s what I do when I can’t sleep. I didn’t feel like cleaning, so baking won out. I know the boys won’t mind.What about Brew?
Well, I can’t think about him at the moment because if I so much as imagine what he did to me, I will combust in a great big ball of fire.
I won’t be seeing Olive until school pickup, so I had a little extra time on my hands this morning. It’s taken me a long time to be okay with her spending the night away from me, but I trust Indigo and Harlem. They run a tight ship, and they’re strict with their kids.
I glance down at my phone when it chimes on the counter. I smile when I see it’s Amber.
Amber
Hey stranger, want to meet for lunch?
Me
Great minds think alike, I can meet you at Muso’s?
Amber
Manny’s cooking so that’s a great idea
Manny isn’t just the club’s amazing chef, but he’s also the life of any party. He doesn’t usually leave the clubhouse to cook, but often helps Hustler and Audrina out because they have a baby.
Me
Gumbo it is, should we meet there?
Amber
I’ll come by and pick you up
Me
Sounds like a plan
Muso’s is in the French Quarter, and while I don’t get to go out much, I always enjoy it when I do. I haven’t caught up with Amber in a couple of weeks because both of our schedules have been hectic.
When I arrive at work, I fumble several times with the Tupperware container as I retrieve the muffins from the passenger seat. Taking a breath, I remind myself that it’s just one foot in front of the other, just like any other day. Except it was only yesterday that Brew had his fingers inside of me while I screamed his name on my desk. A desk I did not sanitize…
I enter the building, switch the lights on in the reception area, locking the door behind me. Clients have been known to come in before we open.
I’m almost at my desk when a voice makes me jump.
“So, I didn’t scare you off last night?” Brew has his ass planted on my desk, his legs crossed at the ankles. The very same desk where I orgasmed twice. He also seems quite at home lounging there in the dark.
I almost drop the container I’m holding. “Holy smokes, Brew!” I scold. “You scared me half to death!”
He doesn’t even look sheepish. “You baked?” He nods to the Tupperware.
I place the container onto the desk, straighten my spine, all while trying not to let the heat creep up my cheeks. “I always bake.”
“What’s in the box today?”
“Blueberry muffins.”
