Page 27 of Forged in Dusk
Is this man for real?
I’ll find out sooner than later because he can’t be real.
Right?
“Yes, I did, but it wasn’t the story that I wanted to write, but it’s a start,” I say, taking a bite of the taco that’s so damn good.
“I’m sure that you will get to write the stories you want soon because your boss is going to see how amazing you are,” Kon says, taking hold of my hand, rubbing his thumb over the top, gazing into my eyes.
Damn.
The man makes me weak, and I don’t know why I feel like this. I don’t really know him, but it feels like I do.
“Thank you,” I say, smiling.
“Princess, I would love to keep seeing you,” Kon says, pulling my hand up to kiss my palm.
Oh my, he started a fire deep inside me with that electric shock.
“Yes, I would love that,” I whisper, nodding.
“Excellent, I’d like to take you out to dinner tonight because I don’t want to waste any time. Is that okay,” Kon asks, grinning; he looks so happy.
Wow.
“Yes, I’m good with that plan,” I say, watching him kiss the tips of my fingers.
All sorts of thoughts race through my mind, and my body feels alive.
I slide my hand from Kon’s, grabbing the fork to eat some of the delicious rice. A few minutes later, I cross my arms, looking at the plate, rubbing my tummy.
I’m so full.
“I’m done. It was so good, don’t you think so,” I ask, resting my elbow on the table, resting my cheek on my hand.
“Yes, I am, that was very good,” Kon says, smiling, turning in his seat towards me.
“I need to get back to finish writing the stories that I need for this week because I need to attend the funeral for Lisa,” I say, blinking the tears from my eyes.
“Princess, these girls are close to you,” Kon asks, leaning back in the chair, resting his right arm on the table looking at me.
“Yes, we were. Lori and Lisa went to high school with Kitty, Marie, and me. I’m closer to Kitty and Marie because we have been in the same foster homes since we were young. They’re my sisters, not by blood but by heart,” I say, shoving the food around on my plate.
The raw emotions are constricting my chest, making it difficult to breathe. Lisa’s passing hurts, and I can’t believe it. We’re lucky that we all didn’t get hurt by the same psycho that is killing women.
“Princess, I’m sorry for your loss,” Kon says, his forehead gathering as he looks at me with worried eyes.
I look up, staring into his eyes; I can see that the man is real, sincere, and kind. I like him more than I’ve ever wanted a man. He appears to be really into me, and yeah, I’m into him. I hope this is the real thing and not some game because I’m not into games. It's there, or it’s not. I can feel him; I feel his soul.
“Thank you, I really appreciate that you were there for us last night,” I say, nodding.
“Princess, no worries. I’m glad that I was there and that the man didn’t hurt you,” Kon says, taking my hand in his.
“I need to get back to work,” I say, licking my lower lip, staring at his full lips.
Kon smiles, leans in, kisses me softly on the lips over and over. Then he waits for me to open my mouth, sweeping in, tangling his tongue with mine. He kisses me deeply, with slow strokes, tracing every nook. A soft moan escapes from inside my throat. I run my hand up to his arm, sliding my fingers into his hair as I hold onto his neck.
God, he tastes so good.
