Page 18 of Loving a Libra
“It means whatever you want it to mean. I gotta go or I’ll be late for my appointment.”
I rushed toward the door without looking back.
“No kiss?” I heard him say, but I didn’t acknowledge him.
Tariq was leaving his unit at the same time, and my stomach fluttered as I took him in. He was dressed casually, in a pair of camouflage shorts and a white T-shirt.
“Hey,” I said, suddenly nervous.
His response was to wrap me in his arms and kiss me. It wasn’t a long kiss, and no tongue was involved, but it felt amazing. When he released me, the door behind me opened just as I was about to speak.
“Wassup, Riq?”
Tariq and I were standing inappropriately close, but neither of us moved.
“Shit. About to head out,” Tariq said.
“Aye, did you hear what I said before the door closed?” Maurice asked.
“No,” I lied and began walking toward the elevators.
“A nigga can’t get a goodbye kiss?” Maurice said to my back.
When he realized I had no response, I heard him say to Tariq, “She’s on thin ice, man. Her attitude is uncalled for.”
“I’ll holla at you later. Aye, Devyn. Hold the elevator for me.”
I pressed the button and turned around to see Tariq jogging my way. Maurice watched for a second before shaking his head and going back inside.
“I hope I find a house today because I won’t be able to tolerate him for long.”
The elevator opened, and we stepped on before he responded. We leaned against opposite walls, and I watched as his eyes traveled from my head to my toes and back up again.
“You pretty as fuck.”
I blushed and looked at the floor for a moment. When my eyes caught his again, I said, “Thank you. The view from here looks pretty damn good too.”
“You’re not wearing panties?”
“No. How’d you guess?”
“The way your ass was swaying when you walked down the hall. I had to tell my dick to simmer down.”
My eyes went directly to his lower half, and I licked my lips at the sight of his dick print.
“It doesn’t look like he listened.”
His hand covered his dick, and he adjusted himself as he replied. “Nah, he’s hardheaded, no pun intended. You gon’ take care of him later?”
I lifted my wrist and looked at my watch, determining if there was enough time to suck his dick in the car. Unfortunately, with traffic the way that it was in Chicago at this time of day, themagnificent head I planned to give him would have to wait until later.
“If we had time, I’d take care of you in the parking garage. I got you later, though.”
“I’m gon’ need a raincheck on that parking garage head.”
The elevator doors opened, and before leaving, I stepped toward him, grabbed his dick, and said, “I can’t wait.”
I left him on the elevator and headed toward my car. He caught up with me and guided me in the direction of his.
