The Players & the Played

Seven

Tre
Keisha was looking surprised as hell when he walked into her office the next day. She was looking sexy too, in her short business skirt with the slit up in the back, showing off her curvy legs, and the skirt was tight on her ass. Her white blouse was ironed and the neck was unbuttoned, exposing a hint of her cleavage. Her hair was in a neat bun. Her pink lips parted. "What are you doing here," she hissed, glancing around as if she was embarrassed to talk to him.
"I wanna take you out. I know you on lunch break," Tre said. He wondered what she did in this fancy ass office. Javon said she was some type of secretary. He hoped to hell not. He didn't want her waiting on no sexist ass, racist ass, white man, fetching him coffee and shit. He wasn't prepared for the bright smile she flashed at him, grabbing her phone and purse immediately.
"I'm so fucking hungry, like damn you a life saver. These fucking white bitches be eating fucking grass," Keisha said walking over to him.
"Damn, shawty if I knew it would be that easy I wudda brought you food last night," he joked.
"You should have, I love me some food," she said, obviously serious. He took advantage of her good mood and grabbed her hand. Her hand was so small compared to his and she was so small. He just wanted to throw her over his shoulder. When they walked out the office, he saw her eyebrows raise when she saw his car. "Damn nigga, you must be making bank."
When he opened the door to the passenger side, she looked shocked. Guess Javon never opened doors for her, Tre thought. He got in his seat and turned on some music. Jhene Aiko's The Worst started blaring. He shook his head and turned the knobs until Fetty Wap's Trap Queen was on.
"So whachu wanna eat baby?" One hand was on the wheel and the other was on her thigh. Too soon, Keisha knocked his hand away.
"Both hands on the wheel nigga, don't play games with my life," she said smirking. "I want some chicken. Let's do Chick-Fil-A."
He was kinda surprised she wasn't one of the types of girls that had to eat fancy for every damn meal. Like, he was trying to spoil her and shit but he liked that she wasn't so damn extra, trying to eat places where she couldn't even read the menu.
"Hell yeah that chicken be the shit. We eating inside too so I can show ya lil professional looking ass off."
He had the A/C on full blast but he could see drips of sweat dripping down her face. She must be hot as hell in that blouse, he thought. When she thought he wasn't looking, Keisha unbuttoned a few more buttons. Now he could see the black lace of her bra if he tried. "So are you stalking me or some shit?"
"Nah, like I said, Javon . He be talking about your ass all the time, bragging about you being a college graduate and shit. And your job. "
She rolled her eyes. "My job ain't even all that. I'm just a secretary, nobody important. " She wiped the sweat out her cleavage with her hand and Tre almost let go of the wheel. Damn she was sexy. He could smell her and she smelled like some fruity Bath & Body Works shit. He could see she was relaxing, kicking off her heels and reclining her seat. Tre wished she hadn't laid back in her seat cuz now he could see all up in her shirt.
"Damn Keisha, you just gonna tease me like that?"
"What?"
"Your titties all out and ya skirt riding up. You tryna fuck? Shit." Tre pulled the car into a parking space as fast as he could and grabbed her thigh again. He saw the hesitation in her eyes, but he saw the desire too.
"Nigga I tolja I wasn't ready," she said, looking out the window. "Like ion mind trying with you but I wanna go slow. I ain't tryna rush into nothing."
He leaned over, grabbing her face in his hands. She started breathing faster and he crashed his lips on hers.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he pulled away, snatched up her hand, and led her into Chick-fil-A.