Page 11 of You Make Me Feel

I walked inside and tucked my hands in my pockets. “Mr. Taylor said you were having some issues with one of the programs you use.”

“Yes. Computers aren’t necessarily my thing. I can figure out some things, but most of this stuff baffles me. I hate calling him all the time to fix it, so I just handle things manually when I have to.”

Mm.“So you don’t like asking for help?”

“Only when necessary.”

“Why?”

She turned away from me and stood from her seat so I could sit at her computer. I didn’t press her to answer the question, but I knew a time would come that she would feel compelled to answer it, especially since I felt like her date was probably with that Jarod nigga from church. Changing the subject, I asked, “How long have you been a member of Antioch?”

“My family joined when I was four. So, practically my entire life. I’m twenty-four. I’ll be twenty-five in a hot minute.”

I gave her a slight smile. “What’s a hot minute?”

“Two months.”

I glanced up at her, and she smiled at me. “You have any extravagant plans?”

“Not yet. I kind of wanna turn up in Houston. Nothing extravagant about that, but fun.”

I nodded. “What exact day is it?”

She smiled slightly. “May thirtieth. I probably won’t celebrate until the weekend after, though.”

“My birthday isn’t until October.”

“Are you a Scorpio?”

“Yeah. You got something against us?”

“Not at all. I actually have a slight affection for them.”

I licked my lips, knowing she was probably trying to assess my sexuality. Scorpios were known for their freakiness and sexual prowess. I fit the stereotype perfectly, but I didn’t know if I wanted to go there with her just yet. Sex was definitely something I wanted from her, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to establish something more meaningful.

I nodded repeatedly. She was a Gemini and people with those signs tended to like spontaneity and new experiences. That could be a major clash in a relationship if we didn’t agree and accept our differences. Whatever, though. I took that shit with a grain of salt. I remained quiet as I adjusted her settings. I wanted to show her what I was doing, but at the same time, I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to eliminate myself. If I didn’t show her, she would need me. After I finished, I said, “You shouldn’t have that problem again. The formula was off. So whenever you fixed it in whatever you worked on, it would work, but as soon as you went to another client, it would return to the original formula.”

“Sounds difficult.”

“It’s not, and I don’t have a problem fixing it. It’s my job.” I stood from her chair and stared down at her. “Call me if anything is wrong with it. I will be in and out to check on things. So don’t have a problem asking me for help. It’s my job, okay?”

She stared directly into my eyes. “Oliver?”

“What’s up?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

My eyebrows lifted slightly. “Mm. What made you ask that question, beautiful?” I asked as I grabbed her hand.

She smiled, let out a slight chuckle, and then pulled her hand away from mine. “Yellow is your color,” she said, glancing at my shirt. After clearing her throat when I didn’t respond, she continued. “I’m seeing someone.”

“So you shooting me down?”

I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her. My body temperature was going haywire as I glanced down at her tight slacks. Her hips were out of this world, and her titties weren’t far behind. She only had slight cleavage showing, but it was enough to make me want to see more.

“Unfortunately, I am, Oliver.”

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