The UWI Lecturer & The Politician's Son

Chapter Four: Hey, Little Miss

Anashé

Mi tired....

no...I'm passed that.

So why am I getting ready to go out to Seven Ultra Lounge with Capri, Ollie and...Malikai?

But... girl look nice though. I admired my body in my full-body mirror that I braced against the wall next to my closet. It was a dinner and vibes kinda night, so I decided on a black leather skirt, a mini-skirt with a high slit that came all the way up to my groin. It was revealing, but at least it had a crisscrossed drawstring element to it, so I could manage how much of my leg shows going up the sides. I had on a white pleather tube top with it that had all my back out. No bra for the bitties, they're big, but they over here defying gravity. I curled my hair into beach waves, parting it at the side. I wanted to put it up to show off my back some more, but I'm leaving it down to act as a bit of a cover-up since I am wearing a very—liberal outfit? Yuh naked, just say it, yuh rass naked!

I pouted my lips as I looked at the outfit. Was I? Well... with the burgundy lip, the extra bold lashes and the long hair swept mostly to the side and the leather outfit with my thigh-high, high-heeled suede boots—yes, it's giving expensive hooker. But Sevens is a restaurant and club, and it's Friday night. It's venue-appropriate attire. Just then I hear a car horn going on the ground floor. Why the hell was Jax doing that? He knows the other tenants get aggravated at shit like this! Okay. I grabbed my little black leather, fake Teflar bag, and ran. I'm on the second floor, so it doesn't take me long to get the reception, then through the main entrance. The cold breeze lick me. Oh shit, shit, shiiit!

"Nosah, a christmas in October?" Jeez. I looked out anxiously for Jax's Axio to drive up, but as I'm about to pull out my phone I noticed a grey, swift driving up to me. Wait... Little Miss?

My mouth fell open as I noticed it was her by the license plate. But—

The car stopped in front of me and the driver's window wound down. W-What? Wait deh. Malikai?

Our eyes danced as a smile played on his lips. He was in a black button-down with the first few buttons opened to show off his gold Cuban link his face was well-groomed, and his skin looked like he bathed with cake soup. The man was cool, and cute and— shut up, yam!

"There's that shocked look again." He grinned.

"Well, you are driving my car, so I have some questions and concerns." I smirked.

"I heard you were taking taxi's, so I figured that your car was still in Peppathyme's parking lot," He shrugged and my brows furrowed. Wait...he heard? Heard from who?

"So you got her a key?" I asked confusedly. "How much do I owe you?"

He looked at me and shook his head with a smirk on his lips.

"Get inside, you're freezing," He opened up the car door, took my hand...and like the little yam I am, I let him. Opening the car door to the passenger side, he held it for me to get in. Okay? Chauffeured around in my own car? Okayyy. I sat down and immediately the scent of his cologne caressed my nostril. Damn...He smelled good. I watched as he walked around to the driver's seat. As he entered he looked over at me and with his eyebrows raised he reached over me, his neck just inches away from lips. The aroma from his sent shivers down my spine. Berry scents with...a mix of some sorts of men's body wash. Sirrr...move away from meee! Pausing to look at me, inches away from my face, he took a deep breath, accompanied with a sly smirk, "You should feel safe around me, always, but you also have to do your part." He pulled the seatbelt across body and latched it. Oh. I nodded, embarrassedly. Once again this man was schooling me. I nodded, quickly. As he eased up, I realised that I was holding my breath. Shit.