Page 4 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
“It’s a little after seven. I called several times, but you never answered. Your alarm has been going off for the past ten minutes.”
I lay there running my hands down my face. Another day where I had to make a living. It would be nice to take off and just relax for a week or two. Her hand cuffed my face, slowly stroking my beard. It was an intimate moment that never occurred before. Her touch was softer than I expected and warm as well. My eyes shot open the second the connection was broken.
“You had a piece of lent in your beard. Get up and handle your hygiene. I’ll go fix something quick for breakfast.”
She pulled the covers back and revealed my naked body. I slept freely because it was just me in this muthafucka. I saw no need in covering myself. Her eyes darted to my dick, and I swear I saw them bitches twinkle. I had morning wood, so my shit was at its hardest. It rested on my stomach, and I swear I heard her intrusive thoughts loud and clear. The dick was calling her name.
She laughed and said, “You should really stop sleeping naked before you poke somebody eye out. I’ll be downstairs.” She walked away shaking her head, but I knew that was just an act.
When she looked at the pipe, she looked like she could eat my shit right here, right now. I mean, I practically heard her gulp the excess saliva that formed. Baby mouth watered for this third leg.Strike one. She had two more before I pushed this professional shit to the side and climbed in that pussy.
Standing from the bed, I walked in the bathroom with a smile on my face. London made my morning, little did she know, and it wasn’t even eight yet. I washed my ass and handled my face and mouth as well, like I was told. By the time I stepped out, London had the house smelling right. The fact that she never failed to feed me was something I cherished.
I walked over to the intercom so I could get my rundown for the day. Plus, I needed to see what I had in the closet to match her. She never showed up looking anything less than beautiful and she always carried a scent that made a nigga want to suck on her from head to toe.Delectable.
Pressing the button, I asked, “London, what’s the weather?” When she entered my room earlier, I was too dazed to even get a glimpse of what she was wearing. I couldn’t tell you the color of nothing.
“I’m wearing a two piece olive-green skirt suit with leopard print heels. My accessories are gold and simple. A watchand earrings, nothing serious. Did that answer your question, Snoh?”
“It did. Thank you.”
“Of course.”
I walked to my closet still wrapped in my towel and scanned the room until my eyes landed on a suit that would match baby girl perfectly. It was also tailored, and I had custom animal print shoes to go with them. This obsession I had with London had consumed me to the point where I wanted her as a lover, friend, and still an assistant. Not having her by me throughout the day would eat me alive.
It took me no longer than thirty minutes to get right before I was walking downstairs to the kitchen with my briefcase in tow. London’s idea of something quick this morning was a full spread. She had sausage, eggs, grits, and blueberry muffins. Where she found the time to do this shit was beyond me. It had only been an hour.
“This is something quick?” I asked grabbing the plate closest to me.
“Yes. It only took me about forty-five minutes. You’ve been upstairs for a while. I had the time. Plus, your morning meeting was pushed back until eleven, so you have time to sit and eat.” She poured me a glass of apple juice and sat it in front of me. When she walked by me, her scent caught me by surprise. It wasn’t her normal fruitiness. This fragrance was more mature and alluring. “You changed your perfume. What is it?”
“Huh?”
“Whatever you’re wearing, it’s sexy. It turns heads and gives you the attention you deserve. So again, what is it?”
She looked at me slowly, letting her head fall to the side. She eyed me as if this was out of the ordinary for us. I only questioned her about things when they were out of the ordinary.There wasn’t a thing this woman did that I wouldn’t notice. I was attentive when it came to her.
“I’m wearing Carmina from Creed. I barely sprayed anything on this morning. How did you get a whiff of that?”
“Perhaps you sprayed more than you think. Sit and eat with me,” I said shifting the air in the room. I didn’t know what it was about her this morning, but I felt like my soul was tying itself to hers the longer I looked in her eyes.
She grabbed her plate and followed my orders. She sat so close that our arms were touching. This was the closest she’d ever been. We’ve had moments where she fixed my tie or even tied my shoes for me. However, this felt too intimate, and London never once fed into my delusion. Something was different, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“You have a staff meeting before meeting with the execs from Indiewood Express. I wrote the pointers out for you. You’re briefing them on the new quarter. Speak freely and let them have a voice. Take some things into consideration and go from there.”
“You tell me this every quarter. I know how to treat my employees. I treat you damned good, right?”
“You do but you also forget you have others working for you. I won’t tell you to stop spoiling me because I love it. Although the princess treatment is lovely, you have an entire building of people busting their ass for you. Show it. Finish eating so we can go.”
Standing from her seat, she dumped the remaining contents of her plate and quickly rinsed it off before placing it in the dish washer. I heard what she said and realized I paid more attention to her than any other part of the staff.She had a point.
I finished breakfast and fifteen minutes later, we were leaving out the door heading to Ink Impressions.
The ride was no more than twenty minutes. The main building and warehouse were located on the same land. Youjust didn’t see the warehouse pass the gates behind the office. I had more than three hundred employees working for me with a hundred of them being in the office building alone. They respected me and showed up to work. I owed them all of my appreciation.
Walking into the building, I checked my watch and saw that it was a quarter to ten. I had more than enough time to hear my folks and what they had cooked up or needed from me.
“Good morning, Mr. Harris,” my receptionists Queen and Bernice spoke in unison. They were the first two smiling faces you saw when entering my establishment.
