15 Plan in Place 5.1
Worried about if I would be able to hold on, Maliki had hailed us a cab instead of taking me home on his motorcycle. I tried to tell him I could go on my own, he insisted he go with me to make sure I got in my door okay. I least knew I didn't have to cringe about him walking inside this time, however; that was also thanks to him. Memo to self, hire a new maid.
I groggily open my eyes hearing the squeak of breaks and the bumps the cab's tires where going over. The cab lit up the front of the old brick duplex apartment. Two numbers where on the house. One side 56A and the other side which was mine was 58B. The other apartment, has been empty for a while. That so good for me no one to yell at me for having my music to loud while I practice my walk late into the night, or tell me to not where my boots inside stomping around while I do it. Also, no need to play nice pretend to be a good neighbor and talk to them and whatever else you did with neighbors. I wasn't a people person. It slowed down stopping in front. I watch in the dark back seat of the cab, Maliki barely visible moves forward toward the front seat driver holding his hand out.
"Keep the change." He whispers. The light pops on with the sound of the door opening. It goes out seconds later hearing the door close. When the door next to me opens I shield my eyes moaning. I almost in shock wanting to kick about when I feel Maliki's strong arms scoop me up in a princess cradle. He slowly pulls me out of the cab to his chest. I hold my breath not sure what to do with this situation. As he carries me up the small stone steps to the front door that was mine, I hear him cures. I look at him, eyes wide. Being so close I can see his cool demeanor gone, his mouth is twisting in a frown as he stares at the front door. It hits me, no keys. My bad was back at the studio.
I gasp myself to this realization, I squirm about so much, he's forced to put me down. I go to side window on the porch hoping I forgot to lock it. No such luck. Since the parcels and letters started coming, I had been more careful to lock the door and windows. I smack it a few times shacking desperate to get it lose to no avail though. I sigh my hands bracing my body to stay standing using the window sill. I look over to where I left Maliki, my eyes go wide when notice him down on his knee in front of my door. I stagger over to him; his hands swiftly pull away from the door. I watch him slip a pouch into his back pocket. He stands turns the nob and pushes open the red door.
"How?" I ask completely freaked out that he got in so easy. I can feel the horror on my own face. He looks at me expressionless but his eyes seemed troubled. Who the hell was this man? No average person could do that. Were all employees at G.O.D. trained to have these skills?
"It's cold, let's get you in so you can shower and warm up." He replies not answering my question. He doesn't even bother to look at me. He walks into the house, first turning on the light switch on the wall on side of the door to the left. The living room light comes to life. I follow him in, I watch as he takes his jacket off tosses it over the top of the couch. I watch as he makes himself at home, going to the bathroom. I hear sound of the rifling around in the linen closet the sound of water starts. He comes back out I follow a little. He walks down the hall to where my room is that's when I panic again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing." I bolt down the hall putting myself between him and the door. "You don't just barge into a girl's room." I raise my voice a little bit, it cracks from my panic.
His eye brow raises looking down at me. "Are you sure your room isn't just a mess so your embarrassed to have me go in there." He has a playful smirk on his face. I want to hang my head, instead I get mad.
"Don't act like such a conceited ass that knows everything about me. I told you to stay out because it's my private sleeping area no one goes in there without my permission. Only ones making it in there is the toys I bring home and that sure as hell doesn't include you." I smirk up at Maliki. His eye glare down at me.
"Get your shit and get in the shower. We have things to discuss when you're done." I watch him turn on his heels and work the opposite direction. My body shakes in fear at his expression. I ask myself again Who the hell is this man.
Once I know he's not looking I crack my door enough to slip in so he can see inside letting the light seep in. Flipping on the light switch I look around. That was close. I was embarrassed enough for one day. There where closes all over the floor you couldn't even see it and most where still clean. I tore them out to find the right outfit because in my job that is everything, clothes, hair, makeup, and much, much more. I go for a run every morning, go to the gym normally five days a week. Once I find what I need I change and have to leave I don't have time to put away. When I get home I so tired I just crash pushing the clothes on the floor. After last night I can only imagine the expression he would have if he saw this mess. I felt so ashamed I even opened my big mouth saying I wouldn't bring him to my room either. When all about forty-five minutes ago or so, I was practically making out with him on the dance floor of that club. I am not stupid, drunk yes, stupid no. I feel my nipples harden in my bra when he looks at me from the moment we met, my need to inside my stomach as I want him to look at me when I walk by, need to be seen as an adult but him.
Out of pride I tried to refuse the services hired but when I saw him a fire in me was lite. Instead of listening to it I decided to fight it because it was because I told myself I would never trust another man or let them have that power over me.
I sigh and walk over to my dresser. If I didn't hurry, I was going to be taking a cold shower instead. Grabbing my cotton black shorts, a baggy gray sweater and black panties with hearts on the front that read kiss me I walked to the shower. I glanced around the corner into the Livingroom and saw nothing. I sigh figuring maybe he had left, which made no sense seeing as he said he needed to talk to me after he said.
Just forget it I shake my head and go into the bathroom. It was already steamed up from the hot water. Putting my clothes on the counter I strip off the smelly sticky leotard and skirt and leggings. It felt so good to get out of the skin tight clothing. Stepping into the shower. I let the water rush over my body, wash away is touch, his smell, his everything. Because it was crazy to even imagine or play with the idea with a man, I just met, let alone who makes me so angry. It had to be a curse that a man so annoying and perfect could be so damn sexy and possibly dangerous.
I groggily open my eyes hearing the squeak of breaks and the bumps the cab's tires where going over. The cab lit up the front of the old brick duplex apartment. Two numbers where on the house. One side 56A and the other side which was mine was 58B. The other apartment, has been empty for a while. That so good for me no one to yell at me for having my music to loud while I practice my walk late into the night, or tell me to not where my boots inside stomping around while I do it. Also, no need to play nice pretend to be a good neighbor and talk to them and whatever else you did with neighbors. I wasn't a people person. It slowed down stopping in front. I watch in the dark back seat of the cab, Maliki barely visible moves forward toward the front seat driver holding his hand out.
"Keep the change." He whispers. The light pops on with the sound of the door opening. It goes out seconds later hearing the door close. When the door next to me opens I shield my eyes moaning. I almost in shock wanting to kick about when I feel Maliki's strong arms scoop me up in a princess cradle. He slowly pulls me out of the cab to his chest. I hold my breath not sure what to do with this situation. As he carries me up the small stone steps to the front door that was mine, I hear him cures. I look at him, eyes wide. Being so close I can see his cool demeanor gone, his mouth is twisting in a frown as he stares at the front door. It hits me, no keys. My bad was back at the studio.
I gasp myself to this realization, I squirm about so much, he's forced to put me down. I go to side window on the porch hoping I forgot to lock it. No such luck. Since the parcels and letters started coming, I had been more careful to lock the door and windows. I smack it a few times shacking desperate to get it lose to no avail though. I sigh my hands bracing my body to stay standing using the window sill. I look over to where I left Maliki, my eyes go wide when notice him down on his knee in front of my door. I stagger over to him; his hands swiftly pull away from the door. I watch him slip a pouch into his back pocket. He stands turns the nob and pushes open the red door.
"How?" I ask completely freaked out that he got in so easy. I can feel the horror on my own face. He looks at me expressionless but his eyes seemed troubled. Who the hell was this man? No average person could do that. Were all employees at G.O.D. trained to have these skills?
"It's cold, let's get you in so you can shower and warm up." He replies not answering my question. He doesn't even bother to look at me. He walks into the house, first turning on the light switch on the wall on side of the door to the left. The living room light comes to life. I follow him in, I watch as he takes his jacket off tosses it over the top of the couch. I watch as he makes himself at home, going to the bathroom. I hear sound of the rifling around in the linen closet the sound of water starts. He comes back out I follow a little. He walks down the hall to where my room is that's when I panic again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing." I bolt down the hall putting myself between him and the door. "You don't just barge into a girl's room." I raise my voice a little bit, it cracks from my panic.
His eye brow raises looking down at me. "Are you sure your room isn't just a mess so your embarrassed to have me go in there." He has a playful smirk on his face. I want to hang my head, instead I get mad.
"Don't act like such a conceited ass that knows everything about me. I told you to stay out because it's my private sleeping area no one goes in there without my permission. Only ones making it in there is the toys I bring home and that sure as hell doesn't include you." I smirk up at Maliki. His eye glare down at me.
"Get your shit and get in the shower. We have things to discuss when you're done." I watch him turn on his heels and work the opposite direction. My body shakes in fear at his expression. I ask myself again Who the hell is this man.
Once I know he's not looking I crack my door enough to slip in so he can see inside letting the light seep in. Flipping on the light switch I look around. That was close. I was embarrassed enough for one day. There where closes all over the floor you couldn't even see it and most where still clean. I tore them out to find the right outfit because in my job that is everything, clothes, hair, makeup, and much, much more. I go for a run every morning, go to the gym normally five days a week. Once I find what I need I change and have to leave I don't have time to put away. When I get home I so tired I just crash pushing the clothes on the floor. After last night I can only imagine the expression he would have if he saw this mess. I felt so ashamed I even opened my big mouth saying I wouldn't bring him to my room either. When all about forty-five minutes ago or so, I was practically making out with him on the dance floor of that club. I am not stupid, drunk yes, stupid no. I feel my nipples harden in my bra when he looks at me from the moment we met, my need to inside my stomach as I want him to look at me when I walk by, need to be seen as an adult but him.
Out of pride I tried to refuse the services hired but when I saw him a fire in me was lite. Instead of listening to it I decided to fight it because it was because I told myself I would never trust another man or let them have that power over me.
I sigh and walk over to my dresser. If I didn't hurry, I was going to be taking a cold shower instead. Grabbing my cotton black shorts, a baggy gray sweater and black panties with hearts on the front that read kiss me I walked to the shower. I glanced around the corner into the Livingroom and saw nothing. I sigh figuring maybe he had left, which made no sense seeing as he said he needed to talk to me after he said.
Just forget it I shake my head and go into the bathroom. It was already steamed up from the hot water. Putting my clothes on the counter I strip off the smelly sticky leotard and skirt and leggings. It felt so good to get out of the skin tight clothing. Stepping into the shower. I let the water rush over my body, wash away is touch, his smell, his everything. Because it was crazy to even imagine or play with the idea with a man, I just met, let alone who makes me so angry. It had to be a curse that a man so annoying and perfect could be so damn sexy and possibly dangerous.
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