Page 20 of Love, Restricted
“She’s in good hands, Mabel.” Kairo winked at me.
“I know she is. I already know what you want, Chief. What about you, young lady?”
She pulled out a tattered notepad from her apron pocket and the pen from her hair.
“I’ll take the fried fish platter with fries, with a sweet tea, please.”
“That’s a good choice. What’s your name, by the way, since this one didn’t introduce us?” The way she cut her eyes at Kairo made me giggle.
“You’re right. My apologies.” He went on to introduce us and informed her that I was his new assistant.
After she chastised him, she told us our food shouldn’t take too long.
When we were alone, Kairo leaned forward with his elbows on the table.
“You thought that was funny, huh?”
My giggles turned into full-blown laughter when Kairo’s eyebrows furrowed.
“It was. I guess she doesn’t treat you any differently just because you are the chief.”
“She doesn’t at all. She was friends with my grandmother, so she makes sure I’m on my job. She treats my siblings the same way. Actually, she pretty much treats everyone the same. This place has been in this same exact spot for over sixty years. It’s a staple in the Valley,” he informed me as he looked around.
“I can tell how special it is to you just by the way your eyes sparkled when you looked around.”
“It is.” He leaned a little closer. “Have I told you how good you look in red?”
Instead of wearing a skirt, I wore a red pantsuit with a black shirt underneath and black heels. The heels I had on were one of my favorite pairs because they were so comfortable.
Kairo’s eyes swept over my face, down to my neck, to my breasts, then back to my eyes. The size of his pupils had increased as he licked his lips. For a moment, I was in a trance until Mabel brought over our drinks. She must have noticedsomething because she quickly put the drinks down without saying a word. She walked away just as fast as she came over.
“No,” I whispered as I pushed my hair behind my ear.
“You do. Every single time you wear it, I notice. I mean, I notice everything you wear, but the red on you really sticks out.”
My spine tingled as he gazed at me. The line between boss and employee faded away with every encounter Kairo and I had.
“Thank you.” I blushed and put my head down.
“You’re welcome.” He leaned back but kept his eyes on me. He continued to look at me even as he drank his tea.
I picked up my cup and took a long sip because Kairo’s intense gaze made my throat dry. He pushed his glasses up and smiled.
Mabel slowly approached the table with our food, and the smell made my mouth water. Two pieces of perfectly fried fish sat on top of golden-brown fries. I couldn’t wait to dig in. Kairo ordered country fried chicken with French fries instead of mashed potatoes.
We prayed over our food, then I put ketchup on the side of the plate. As soon as I cut a piece of fish, dipped it in ketchup, then put it in my mouth, I moaned.
Kairo’s eyes shot over to me as his fork paused in midair.
“Mycah. I think you like torturing me.”
“How?” I asked with my hand over my mouth.
“Because I already told you what happened the last time I heard you moan.”
Warmth filled my cheeks because I for sure did remember him telling me that my moaning made his dick hard. I thought maybe it was a one-time thing.
“Sorry.”
