Page 39 of Keeping Busy
“Whatever, Busy.”
I stood back, and let her head up the stairs ahead of me watching every swish of her hips as she walked. I followed her to the doorway of the guest bedroom. She sat down on the bed and faced me.
“Uh, this is your house, Busy. You know you’re welcome to come in here. You don’t have to stand in the doorway.”
I shook my head. “Nah, it’s not like that, because whether this is my house or not, you're a guest. I’m not trying to infringe on your personal space. While you’re here, this…” I gestured to the room, “is your space.”
“Okay.” She said with a nod.
“You’re still not sleepy?”
“Nah.” She told me. “And I feel like I should be, because I’ve been up for almost 24 hours straight, but I can’t get my mind to shut down, yet. So, I’m watching this movie.”
“On your iPad?”
“I always watch movies on my iPad.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“You know I have a whole 75 inch t.v. in my bedroom.”
“You trying to get me in your bed, Maddox Mayhew?”
With a shrug of my shoulders, I chuckled at her question. “I’m just offering you the opportunity to watch your movie on a larger screen.”
She watched me for what felt like the longest seconds on earth. “If I lay in your bed and watch this movie, are you gonna keep your hands to yourself?”
I didn't even have to think about it. “Hell nah. If you get in my bed, Mecca, I’mma be all over you, but I will honor what I told you earlier. My end game won’t be having sex with you.”
“Your end game is helping me to stay engaged, while you’re loving up on me, right?”
I nodded.
She stood up. “Let’s go.”
This girl.
I led Mecca into my bedroom. The two of us stopped at the foot of my bed.
“Which side do you sleep on, Busy?” She questioned.
“Right.” I said walking over to the right side of the bed, sliding out of my slippers and sitting on the bed.
She walked over to the left side of the bed, and sat down.
“So, should I turn on the t.v.?”
“You don’t have to, but could you turn on some music?”
“Yep, if you want music, we can do that.” I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, did the whole “face recognition” thing and handed it to her.
She messed around on it for a little bit, handing it back to me when Earth, Wind & Fire’s “Would You Mind” started floating from the phone. I stuck it in the phone dock, and the song filled the room through the speakers.
“Is this your little sexy playlist?” I teased. “You about to seduce me, Pudding?”
She grinned her pretty grin at me, batting her eyes a bit. “Maybe.”
“Okay.” I climbed all the way into the bed, scooted to the middle and pulled her into the bed with me. When she was on her back, I covered her upper body with mine, leaning into her as I gently kissed her lips once, then again. I trailed kisses from her lips, across her jaw line, and to her neck, while my hands swept down the sides of her, landing at her hips. I didn’t know where her hands were, because they weren’t on me. “Where you at, Ma? You in your head?”
“I’m not in my head.” She assured me.
