No, I can’t run. Not now. I had to see this through and be strong. If I got what I wanted and still got to eat cake, why not? I just hope I won’t regret it.
Chapter Two
Pat didn’t touch me that day in the office. Instead, he had simply kissed my forehead and patted my bottom while telling me to run off to school to study. It was strange. I thought he would take me right there in the room, but his self control was commendable. That evening when I arrived home, my mother was baking something that smelled absolutely delicious. I followed the scent into the kitchen where Pat was kissing on her neck as she stirred something in a pot.
Ew, I thought. I have to share.
Disregarding their disgusting PDA, I sat at the table where I was met by my mother with a large plate of hot food. Chicken, dumplings, and mashed potatoes overflowed on the porcelain plate before me, my mouth watering the instant I had them in sight. I began eating before my mother sat down, something I usually didn’t do.
“Vi, don’t you want to say grace first?” My mother eyed me from across the room.
“I’m sorry, mama. I’ll do the honors.”
As they sat with their plates at the table on either side of me, I took their hands and began reciting the prayer I’d been saying since I was five. I wasn’t much for praying before meals anymore, but it was something that made my mother feel better, so I did it anyway. She always said blessing the food would keep away any ill will done by the preparer. I told her that was silly. She prepared the meals anyway, so what was she so afraid of?
We dug into our food as soon as I was finished and then went about with some small chat. I wasn’t terribly interested in talking, but I added whatever I could to the conversation and responded to questions about school mechanically. I added a bit of tone to my voice to make it sound real. While my mother got lost in a discussion with Pat, I studied his features. He was a handsome man who had such soft skin that always appeared clean and moisturized. It practically glowed beneath the energy-saving lights. I almost felt guilty being attracted to him, even if it was just for my own financial benefit.
As I admired his neck and physique, my mother snapped her fingers at me.
“Vi? Are you still with us?”
I turned my attention to her with a puzzled look on my face.
“You haven’t touched your potatoes. Are they too salty?”
I looked down at my plate. I hadn’t realized I had been so distracted. If I couldn’t keep a handle on mys
elf, I’d blow my cover before I even reaped the benefit.
“No, mama. I was just thinking about work.” I replied blandly.
Mama shook her head.
“You’re always thinking about something. I’m just glad you’re going to school. I didn’t have that opportunity at your age.” Mama went on into a rant about her youth which I mostly blocked out of my head. It was the same story I’d heard a million times about her struggle and her accomplishments after that. She was such a strong woman, but she also spent a lot of time boasting.
After dinner, mama got a call on her cell from a client that she had to take in the office. Pat stayed behind to help me clean up. He stood behind me as I washed dishes, helping me scrub plates and rinse. As his fingers rubbed my skin, I felt an aching tension between my legs. He had me pinned against the counter and it was hitting the hood of my clit, the pressure beckoning me to become aroused.
“You should meet me in the office later,” I whispered over my shoulder. “I have terms.”
I could feel him smiling behind me. As my mother’s voice came booming back towards the kitchen, Pat pulled away to grab a towel and wipe his hands.
“I have to go handle this real quick. Y’all okay cleaning up the rest of the kitchen?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Go take care of work. We’ll be here.” Pat assured her in his sweetest voice.
She smiled and nodded, then headed for the office again to gather her things. After she left, Pat went off to disappear into the depths of the house. It was a considerably large home and had plenty of hiding spots, something that appealed to me the first time we got here. Somehow, having a place to hide other than my room made me feel much safer.
Whenever I finished the dishes, I dried my hands and went off to find him, anticipation filling me to my core. I climbed the steps to the upstairs hall and paused, waiting for a signal of his presence. The entire house breathed silence, a clock in the distance ticking away the evening hour. I pressed forward on my mission to locate Pat as I did need to outline some terms to him if we were going to engage in this relationship.
The tile was cold beneath my feet as I tip-toed my way towards the office, knowing he was probably waiting for me behind the cracked door. I tapped on the wood to announce my presence and then pushed on the door, revealing the room as empty. I sighed. Where in this gigantic house could he be hiding? I wasn’t about to play games.
Without warning, I was shoved into the room and pinned to the desk, Pat’s hands grabbing the flesh beneath my top. I hadn’t realized his shoulders were so broad. The muscles bulging beneath his polo were surprisingly thick, something I’d never really taken notice of prior to this moment. Lips met mine before I could say much and I was swept up in the moment. As I wrapped my legs around his torso, he shook his pants off and undid the buttons of my shorts. My clothes were suddenly in a heap on the floor next to the desk.
I tried to speak between kisses, each meeting of our lips effectively cutting me off long enough to distract me.
“I have terms…I need a car…and my bills paid…”
Still attached to my lips, Pat found the soft wet spot at the front of my panties and I shook, his cold fingers poking beneath the fabric to find the source of my fluid. When he slid his fingers between my lips, I bayed softly as his lips came for my mouth once more. I looked down to see the contract of our skin as he ripped my panties off, his white hands caressing my silky bronze skin and violating the beautiful peach I kept so guarded. As his fingers parted my lips to penetrate my juicy insides, his thumb worked at my clit to stimulate me further. The motion was enough to set my pelvis ablaze with desire, something no man had been able to do before.