Page 22 of Love, Restricted
I went to bed excited about going to work and the date with Kairo.
All night,I thought about Mycah’s lips. I’d been wanting to kiss her since she walked into the conference room for her interview. I had finally gotten the window of opportunity, so I decided to go for it. It was a chance worth taking, and I was glad I did. Her lips were soft, and I wanted to kiss her again. I kept it simple because I didn’t want to push too far, but if our date went the way I expected, there would definitely be some tongue action by the end of the night. That was if she were okay with it. I wouldn’t push her too far, but I would try.
Even though our dinner wasn’t an official date, I was glad that she didn’t turn her nose up when we went to Mable’s. It was a little run-down, but the place was filled with love, and so was the food. My family had been going to Mable’s since the placeopened. Ms. Mable was like a second grandmother to me and my siblings. We used to spend time there after school, eating and doing our homework. I had even gotten a job there bussing tables when I was a teenager. Ms. Mable cooked the majority of the food, but she had another cook that came in sometimes. She also served tables sometimes, especially when I came in. Ms. Mable was special to me, so I made sure to see her at least once a week. To know that Mycah was okay with eating there made me feel good.
I woke up in the morning in a good ass mood. Shadow and I went for a walk, then I made myself a smoothie. Unfortunately, that good mood didn’t last because I was called into a last-minute meeting, which meant I didn’t have time to make it to the donut shop.
The meeting also meant that I would arrive at the station later, and it would be longer until I laid eyes on Mycah. They could have easily sent an email, so the meeting was a waste of time, which further pissed me off.
By the time I got to the station, I was ornery, but my mood lifted as soon as I spotted Mycah at her desk.
“Good morning, doll baby.”
Mycah’s head popped up, and she nervously looked around the room.
“Good morning, Kairo. Why would you call me that?” she whispered.
“Nobody heard me. Are you having a good morning?” I asked as I leaned against her desk. This time, she smelled like vanilla. I could only see her shirt since she was sitting, but I smiled because it was red. I glanced in the direction of my office and noticed I had a cup and two bags on my desk.
“I am having a good morning. How about you?”
“I am now. Do you know what that stuff is on my desk?” I tilted my head toward my office.
Mycah’s smile brightened the room, and it made my chest swell every time she blessed me with it.
“I do. I stopped and got you coffee—black, of course—donuts and tacos. I didn’t know you would be late, so I’m sure the tacos are cold by now.”
Her gesture made me feel good inside. My last assistant never brought me coffee or anything. The only thing on her mind was the next time I would let her suck me off.
“Mycah, you don’t understand how that makes me feel.”
I probably should have been more careful about the things I said while we were in the open, but I didn’t care.
“It’s nothing. I got everyone coffee and donuts too. It’s all in the break room.”
I put my hand against my chest and pretended to stumble back.
“And here I was, thinking I was special.”
“Technically, you are, because yours is on your desk, and you got tacos. No one else got tacos.”
“I guess,” I teased as I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Don’t be like that, Kairo.”
I loved it when she said my name, which was why I never wanted her to call me chief like most of the people around here did. Mycah wasn’t most people, and I made sure to treat her as such.
“I appreciate you, doll baby. I think you should come into my office so we can tackle all the paperwork on my desk.”
I could have done some of it by myself and let her work on some others, but I wanted to be in her space.
“Okay. Let me just send this email, and I’ll meet you there. You probably would want to heat your tacos first anyway.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I tapped the corner of her desk, then walked into my office. The tacos might have been cold, but they still smelled good. I was hungry as hell, too, since I hadn’t hadanything but a smoothie. I walked out of my office and went to the break room to heat them up.
As I waited for the microwave to beep, I thought about how I was playing with fire, openly flirting with Mycah. This whole thing could backfire on me, but I wasn’t worried.
“Good morning, Chief,” Donna said as she entered the break room.
