Page 8 of Smoke N' Stroke

Her dark slanted eyes pleaded with me to let this go and my mind thought of different ways to negotiate with her even if it was a tad manipulative. Not that I was her supervisor and thank God for that, because it would complicate things if I ever were to get what I wanted.

“I’ll keep this between us if you do.”

My words held a double meaning and I felt she knew that when her lips parted for a moment.

“Yeah, I can keep it a secret,” she nearly whispered.

“Good. Let’s go. I’ll walk you out.”

“A few more minutes, I need to print something out.”

She got up from her chair and strutted around me like that was the end of it and I wanted to clobber her haughty ass.

I followed her down the long hallway to the supply room, which was more like a closet because the broken copier stored inside took up more space than this room could handle. The door closedbehind her which I knew was her way of saying the matter was concluded and I could go about my business, but I was not to be dismissed.

When I opened the door she was grabbing a ream of eight by eleven white paper from a shelf beneath the counter. Watching her bent over like that in that skirt nearly drove me crazy but I was professional and a gentleman despite what some people thought about me. Sexual harassment was a real thing, and I wouldn’t let on how much I wanted to fuck her with her bent over just like that no matter how tempting her curves were. But when she turned to me and her lips parted and her eyes looked conflicted, I realized I wasn’t the only one being tortured here.

“It has to be consensual,” I told her.

“I don’t think it’ll be a good idea.” Her voice was low.

“It’s probably not but can you deny you don’t want to taste just a little?”

“A kiss?”

She seemed surprised by that. Almost as if a kiss was nothing… but she didn’t know me. What I could do with my mouth was enough to convince her ofmoreif she allowed it.

“Yeah. Just a kiss.” I watched her carefully.

Her eyes were filled with nothing but unfiltered lust as she moved her head up and down in a nod.

“Say it.” God my dick was hard with anticipation. I had never felt so… eager. Not ever. But I had to slow down. She was in charge of how things went down which meant it was only smart to chill and see how far she’d take this.

“I want a kiss.” Her husky had my attention.

“You need it, don’t you?”

She nodded again and bit into plump flesh before releasing it and leaving a sheen of dew glistening there.

I wanted to taste her there first I decided, and that’s when I pulled her in fast and devoured her for what seemed like an eternity until she came in my mouth.

Since then, we’d been acting like I didn’t know how sweet she tasted and like her palm hadn’t been rubbing my wood before I walked her to the car where we promised not to speak of what happened again. I knew better. I knew it was only a matter of time before we’d do it right and go all the way. I needed that pussy dripping around my dick and would have it because she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but we needed to get through this push and pull first which led me to wanting to beat herass because why was she here late again? And especially when so many warnings had been drilled into us all about the dangers that sometimes lurked in the community plus within some of the people we assisted.

My main concern was her patient T. Donovan whom we just discussed in our group meeting last week because Nala was struggling with convincing him to stay on meds and keep appointments. Dr. Patton felt that he would need to be moved to a hybrid treatment plan. Part inpatient and part outpatient due to the alarming and erratic messages he left on Nala’s voicemail. My conversation with Dr. Patton revealed to me that Nala voiced concerns about his instability as well and because I was the team’s proctor it was my responsibility to be apprised of these things whether Nala wanted me to know or not. It was for that reason I decided to stay around and wait for her to emerge from her office.

I busied myself with notes and filing until I heard what I thought was her door opening but when she didn’t walk by my office door, I thought maybe I was hearing things. After a few minutes, I realized she had taken the other way to avoid me.

“Shit.”

I rushed and grabbed my bag, hurried and lockedthe door, and then headed to the security desk to see if I could find her on camera. What I saw on the screen made my heart plummet. I could see her trembling on camera. Even as my nerves went to shit, I still needed to execute my training, press the red button hidden beneath the front desk counter before going into the closet behind Raheem’s desk for assistance. Who knew when the cops would get here, I couldn’t wait to see what would happen if they were too late.

6

NALA

“Okay, Mama. I’ll be sure to check plane tickets later tonight because I miss you too.”

“Make sure you do, Nala. There’s more to life than just work.”

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