Page 8 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W
Elodie held her free hand up and got the waitress’s attention. “Hey, do you mind disinfecting the booth seat here before we sit down?”
When my hand squeezed hers, she snapped her neck in my direction.
“What! I know you saw that lady on that seat with her raw coochie. I don’t know what kind of bacteria she might have. That shit might seep through the material of my body suit.”
The fuck!My head fell back to let out an explosive laugh. This woman was funny as hell. What made her funnier was that she wasn’t trying to be. She was dead ass serious. We stood there while the waitress wiped down the booth seat. The fire that came from Sherrie’s eyes was hot as hell. I wrapped my arm around Elodie’s thick waist, pulled her to me, then put my lips to her ear.
“You got ya homegirl upset.”
Her tight eyes looked up at me. “You think I care? The first thing that you might want to get to know about me is that I don’t have a budget line for fucks to give. They’re a frivolously expensive purchase that I care not to partake in.”
I lifted my hands in surrender. “My bad. I like that shit though.”
The waitress stood by while Elodie and I slid in the booth. We both gave her our drink and food order before she left us.
“Can I ask you a question?” Elodie blurted, then showed me the palms of her hands. “I’m not trying to be offensive.”
From her last statement, I knew whatever the question was would be something that most would be offended by. People didn’t warn others about innocent things.
“I’m not easily offended, love. You’re good.”
“Okay. That is good to know and could possibly take us far. Your vernacular surprises me. Based on what I know about you from your owner’s bio, you were born and raised in Greece.” She tilted her head to the side. “Why do you sound like a nigga? Do all the melanated people over there sound like black, country Americans?”
My brows kissed in the middle. I held in my laughter because she was dead ass serious. The waitress came over and set our drink down before she told us that our food would be out soon. After I took a sip of my drink that was perfectly made, I gave my attention back to Elodie.
“To answer your question, no. All melanated people over there don’t sound like me. If you know my bio, then you know my mother was a black woman from Florida. Yes, I was born and raised primarily in Greece, but I spent 40 percent of my time in Florida with my mother’s family.”
Her hand slapped my shoulder.Damn, that hand isn’t as soft as I thought it was.
“That makes so much sense now. You’re like a Florida boy! I had a thing for them in college.” When she fanned herself, I wanted to fuck every Florida boy up. “Florida boys are different.”
“Don’t get Florida boys fucked up, Elodie,” I jested. “I don’t like to show my nigga, but I will.”
Nigga was a word that I rarely used when I wasn’t around my cousins on my mother’s side. I assumed that the Native American population didn’t take kindly to the word; however, the diversity of the mixed genes made it more acceptable for some people.
She tittered. “Whatever, Orion. What made you want to move here to North Carolina of all places? You could have gone to LA, Texas, or New York. I’m sure those places would have been more entertaining.”
“Perhaps you’re right, but I wanted to put closer eyes on this branch. The best way to do that was to be here,” I told her.
That wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the ultimate reason either. I couldn’t tell her that I had a centaur beast whose existence needed to be protected. What better way to hide a beast than in a pack of beasts?
“Also, once I saw you, I knew I wanted to be here.”
Her body turned toward me. It was like we were in a world of our own. All the other people were drowned out by our want for each other.
“Orion, I’m not one of them. You can’t talk smoothly and think that I’m going to go back and forth in an everlasting sexual banter. Say what you want, and mean what you say.”
This shit was the sexiest shit ever.
“Damn, okay. I want you. Right now, I want to fuck, but if what I feel about you is right, it could be for something deeper.” My arm wrapped around her waist to pull her into me. “How is that for saying what I want?”
Our stares were locked and intense on each other. We heard the waitress when she set the food down, but neither of us broke our stares. The silent conversation was loud as hell.
“I think that will do,” Elodie responded. “I think I want to fuck you too, but I don’t want any office problems.” Our stare was broken when she glanced around the lounge. “We have an audience, Mr. Leventis, and your groupie bought the VIP tickets.”
I shook my head when I saw Sherrie’s attention locked on us. She was at a booth full of people who were socializing. Her back was to them, one leg crossed over the other, a drink in her hands, and her eyes on me and Elodie.
“I don’t give a damn about other people. Office problems are not a thing because we don’t have a no fraternization policy, and I’m the owner. You’re about to fuck with the man that hasthe power and authority to make the decisions, policies, and change.”
