Tika POV:
"Babeh is you tryna get me caught up?" This man been being super risky lately. Flirting while we at work, giving me hickeys and shit. We even had a couple close calls in the break room. Thankfully the area where we usually meet up is a corner where the cameras don't reach. It can see when someone enters, but not whatever they're doing when they're inside. No one ever comes back there either because it's just like an overflow for the main big break room in the front where everyone goes.
"What they gone do? Whoop us? Put us on punishment?" He said back in a nonchalant tone.
I mean I know we not gone get fired because we just be kissing, but the last couple times, we got a lil carried away and it almost escalated until I stopped it.
"Chile I just don't want no drama in the workplace cause baby I needs my coin." I have goals and I'm not finna fuck that off for some workplace fling that probably ain't gone amount to nothing but some dick on demand. Honestly I'm still not even sure if he relationship material so I know we just gone be sneakys or whatever but I just can't resist his sexy ass.
"I meeeeann, I'm not gone bring none if you don't bring none, what's the problem?" He asked before sucking on my neck with so much pressure I know he gone leave a mark on my high yellow ass. This nigga really tryna stake his claim and I can't lie and say I don't like it but I just know if somebody see it they gone have questions.
I'm used to moving in silence so I never usually entertain a coworker, but I just can't seem to tell this nigga no. It's like he got some type of power over me that just make me act like a lil teenager.
"Mmmm........you marking me up not gone brang no drama?"
"My bad baby, you just taste so fucking good." He said into my neck kissing and softly sucking on the spot he just bruised. "I want you to see me when you take off your clothes. I want you to remember who make you let go and be reckless." His words give me a nervous feeling cause I'm starting to feel like he might want more than just to hookup and I think I might too.
"Boy poot you, you just tryna make sure these other niggas think I'm taken." He kissed his teeth when I said that.
"What's another nigga? You keep playing like you don't feel what I feel."
"And what you feel, huh?"
"I don't know, I know I feel like we got a real connection." He pecks my lips. "I know I feel like I need to know you better." He kisses my nose. "I know I feel like if I don't let go of you right now, we gone end up going too far at this job and I don't want to just be some dick to scratch an itch for you." He kisses my forehead and the action along with his words make me feel a little light headed.
"So what you really want with me? Cause I ain't got time to be playing with no nigga that only want me for my body." I'm full of shit cause the more we do this.....whatever we doing, the more I wish it really had some depth and substance.
I'm used to men working hard to get me and then when I let my guard down, they get what they want out of me then leave me hurt and embarrassed. This why I play em like the lotto. Too many niggas see me and think I'm just a trophy and that they can flash some money in my face and that's gone impress me. I make my own money so I don't need not now narry a nigga to trick on me. I want something real for a change but this situation we got going honestly just happened.
It's been years since I got this physical with a nigga I wasn't in a relationship with. After my last ex I decided that I would never have casual sex with anyone unless I absolutely wanted to. I was focused on my goal of becoming a professional hair stylist and one day opening my own shop. I had worked at Maples for 3 years and in that time I got my cosmetology license, set up my LLC, and I had been saving to be able to rent a space for me to do hair out of. I had no time to be thrown off course behind heartbreak from some no good man who only wanted to use me for sex and a free play to stay. My years of being a fool for love were over so when I felt myself falling for him, I had to put my guard up. Lately though he been irresistible to me and I knew I was gone have to put an end to this before too long.
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A Waiting Game
General FictionLem had perfected the art of keeping it professional or so he thought. When Tristan entered his department and his life, all his restraint and control flew out the window. Would this sneaky freaky situationship turn into something worthwhile, or w...