Trapped

Chapter one

Monday 8:15 am

I should have listened to my damn mother. Even though in this case it didn't apply to a panty but my hair instead. They always say make sure you have a good underwear on just incase yuh drop dung a road but what about making sure yuh hair comb good just incase you see the guy of your dreams? I couldn't even finish wrapping the forks that were in my hand properly.

A weh him come from?

My boss, Mr Turner, hurriedly walked pass and his eyes, as I'm sure they would, landed on the fork that I had in my hand that clearly didn't match the neatly wrapped ones I had laying on the table.

"Sasha! C'mon man, I want these forks wrapped by 8:30, the guests are coming in at 9. Move up yuh hand!" He barked.

"Yes sir, I'm almost done"

He stood behind me with his hands on his hips, waiting for me to move at a speed that could get me on the tracks with Usain Bolt.

"Morning Kaleef, wah gwan. Miss James not in yet but you can go over by the rooms and see which ones need cleaning first" I heard him say to the guy that had stepped through the door.

I could feel him walk up behind me and stand alongside Mr Turner before I heard the footsteps take off. I didn't turn around. My heart was racing. He was as handsome as black men came. His white shirt was the whitest white and not a spot or smudge to be seen. I had to wonder if he had washed and pressed it himself.

Maybe him woman?

His black pants fit like a glove and his shoes looked as if he bent down every couple seconds and brushed it. There was no way he had walked and not a flicker of dirt didn't settle on the top. Impossible. He took pride in how he looked and carried himself and I could see it from the way he walked when he stepped through the door.

I was surprised how I took in so many details in such a split second before his eyes caught mine wondering and I had looked away. His skin was dark, that chocolate colour that I so loved and his cologne lingered around the back of my neck where he had stood for a millisecond beside Mr Turner before he moved off.

He looked around 21 or 22. Idk. I didn't really care. My heart had jumped when I saw him and I wanted him.

Kaleef.

I wanted Kaleef.

I shook my head, probably to clear these inappropriate thoughts and get in the work mode, and packed up the forks I had finished wrapping and set them aside.

9:00 am

The small restaurant was popular. It was recently built by Mr Turner who was originally from my hometown, Green Gardens, but had moved to the states to manage his businesses, a clothes store and another restaurant.

After 10 years, he was back, with a wife and son and this restaurant was his idea of giving back to his hometown by providing jobs for a selective few. We appreciated it. We intended to work our way to the top slowly but surely.

The restaurant was situated beside a little Air BnB that his wife ran. I'm assuming that that's where Kaleef worked, as he had instructed him to check out the rooms. I knew the receptionist well, Miss James. She attended the same church my mom goes to. She is usually in by 8:30 but I'm not sure what's going on this morning.