Real Love

Interviews (Wayo)

P'Pha officially goes back to work today which means that I officially have to start working. I have quite a bit to do. I still have to secure a location, find a contractor, and hire a staff. None of which I'm looking forward to.

I watch as P'Pha gets dressed. I find I really enjoy doing it and I think he knows it. Every now and then he'll flex a muscle or run his hand over his abs. One time he fondled himself. FONDLED HIMSELF!!! I got so hot and bothered we had to have sex.

Sadly today he's actually getting ready for work. I still enjoy watching him but he's moving faster. I suppose he has to make time for breakfast. Oh right, breakfast.

"P'Pha, can I make you breakfast?" I ask.

He looks at me with a concerned expressions.

"I can make toast you ass!" I say scowling at him.

He breaks into a hearty laugh as he strolls over to me and pulls me into his arms.

"That would be perfect. Light jam please?" He asks.

"What about butter?"

"No thank you." He says with a smile.

Not only do I make toast without burning it, I made coffee too. He actually seemed shocked. I almost took it back.

"I have to go babe." He says kissing me goodbye.

I grab him and he looks down at me. I adjust his tie then lean up for a kiss.

"We'll be doing this every day. I'll see you off after I adjust your tie and give you a kiss." I inform him.

"What happens when you start working?"

"I'll still do it." I tell him confidently.

"P'Pha, I'll own my business, who's going to say something to me?" I ask.

"Good point. OK, I really gotta go. I love you." He calls as he walks out.

He sidesteps smoothly as he turns and nearly collides with my dad.  My father watches him with a smirk on his face.  The flash of irritation that crosses P'Pha's features tell me he hasn't forgiven my father about the whole furniture thing yet.

"Sawadee Kap." He says and offers a wai to my dad.

"I love you too. Have a great day." I call as he heads for the garage.

"Good morning daddy. How are you?"

"I'm fine. You ready? We have a lot to do today." He says.

"Yeah, almost. Give me a few minutes." I say running into the bedroom.

I come dressed in ripped jeans and a t shirt. My father appraises me and gives me a dissatisfied look.

"What? We're just looking at property." I tell him.

"Still, are you sure this is the impression you want to give?" He asks.

"To realtors? Really?" I ask.

"Suit yourself Wayo." He says.

I know that tone and the use of my full name. He doesn't agree with my choice. Well too bad, I'm going to be comfortable for this. I stick out my tongue and head to the car.

"By the way, I already bought your office. It's two blocks from the hospital. They've started the remodeling and say it should be ready in three weeks." He tells me.

"What? Why didn't you say anything? I thought we were still narrowing down and selecting." I complain.

"Oh come on. I know you hated looking for office space so I took it upon myself to do it." He says.