Secret Desires

Secret Desires Part 7

7

Keisha sits in her room, quiet. Her mind flooded with confusion. Everything, changed in the blink of an eye. Just a few weeks ago she and the closest thing she has to a sister, were laughing it up about her crush on the young newbie at the job. Now, she was wondering if she would ever see that familiar smile on Kilani's face again. She rises from her leopard print chaise that rests in the corner of her oversized master bedroom suite, and walks out.

"I need to relax. I'm going stir crazy here." She says to no one. As she makes her way down the hallway barefoot, dragging her feet. The plush red carpet feels like clouds, finding its way between her toes. She slowly creeps down the spiral staircase that leads down the rear of her home and into the kitchen. When she rounds the corner she stops short.

"Malik? What are you... when did you get here?" She inquires of her private chef, her hand at her chest.

"I'm sorry Miss . It was not my intention to startle you. I finished with my earlier client ahead of schedule, and thought I'd come by and get a head start on your week's meals. I know it's been a rough week for you. Anything I can do to make things easier for you," he begins, "Please don't hesitate to ask."

"Malik you're such a God sent. I don't know what I'd do without you," Keisha admits.

"It's not a problem."

"Do you know if I have any Redscato left?" She asks him, bending down and opening the wine cooler, under the countertop.

Malik clears his throat, before he answers her. He could feel the mid-section of his pants begin to tighten as his focus turns to Keisha's roundness pointing up at him. This was his boss, of sorts. He was her personal Chef. She has a strict no mixing business with pleasure, policy. But, he was sure that over the past few weeks, she has been teasing him. Maybe it was all in his head. It has been about a two years, since he'd been sexual with a woman. His focus was turned from his lack of social life to his growing his client list. Most women he dated in the past, just could not give him the freedom he needed.

"Malik...Hello!" Keisha snaps her fingers interrupting his thoughts. The way she bent over, her long curly hair was grazing the floor. She was rolling the wine bottles around in the cooler, to see the name of each one. "I could have sworn I had a bottle left in here."

"Hmm, Miss Keisha, maybe you should try the refrigerator. I vaguely remember, you and Mrs. Miles having a few glasses..." he pauses, before he continues, "Oh my goodness, please forgive me. How inconsiderate of me."

"Malik, Kalani is not dead. It's perfectly okay to talk about her," she smiles, hoping to put him at ease. "Listen, I am going to take a hot, bubble bath. If you find it, or something equally great, would you mind bringing it up to me?"

"You want me to bring you a glass of wine, while you're bathing?"

"Is that a problem?"

"NO, not if it isn't for you."

"Good, and if you don't mind, I'd love a snack." Keisha instructs him, tossing a seductive smile his way before she exits the kitchen, and disappears up the spiral stairs, towards her bedroom.

"I'm not crazy, I'm not! She's flirting." Malik says to himself. He busies himself with preparing a nice snack, of grapes, cheese and crackers. He recovers the bottle of red wine from the back of the frig, and places everything on a sliver serving tray, and makes his way up to her bedroom.

The sultry sounds of the most amazing voice he has ever heard, echo's from deep within her room. He can hear the faint sounds of water splashing as he steps within. Again his pants begin to feel tight.

"Down boy," he says and wiggles his leg to adjust himself, almost losing the tray.

"Malik, is that you?" Keisha asks.

"Yes. Would you like me to sit your snack on the bed?"

"Malik, how am I going to enjoy what it is you've prepared, if it's out there on the bed?"

"Good point. What would you..."

"Malik, I know I am not the first woman, you've seen in a bath before. Stop being bashful, come in."

"Yes, hmm, okay." He inhales, and exhales hard, before pushing the door open with his foot, and stepping into the master bathroom.

"You can sit the tray, right there." Keisha directs him, pointing to a small silver stand next to her Jacuzzi tub.

"...And your bottle of wine?"

"Would you mind terribly, pouring me a glass?" She asks him, as one of her long legs emerge from beneath the bubbles. A pink sponge traces from her toes up to where the bubbles meet her thigh.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," he apologizes, over pouring her wine onto the bathroom floor. "I really can't believe I just did that."

Keisha laughs slightly and stands up, to help him pick up the mess.

"Damn!" Before he's able to catch himself, Malik utters exactly what's on him mind, out loud. "Please sit back down. I'll take care of this."

"Malik," she began, ignoring his request, "Do you think you can do me a favor?"

"What kind of favor?"

"I can't reach my back. Do you think you could wash it for me? I mean, I know this is far beyond the scope of your employment. I really hope I'm not making you uncomfortable. Feel free to tell me if I am."

"Miss Keisha, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Are you just messing around with me? I mean, lately I've been feeling as if...I mean, it seems like your flirting with me. But, you have a strict policy..."

Keisha takes his hand and pulls him close. She wraps his arms around her wet body and kisses him deeply.

"Does that answer your question?"

Malik, doesn't respond. Instead, he indulges in her kiss, thinking of the tightness of his pants. A job with physical perks, he can get used to this, he thinks to himself.

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