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I leave my office in a rush hoping to get home before the movers get there. Today is the day Fatima is moving into my place and to say I'm gassed would be an understatement. I hired the movers so she wouldn't have to lift a finger and so the whole move would be easy for her in case she tried to change her mind.
When I get home I find the movers on their asses instead of... moving. Leaving ass marks on my expensive leather furniture. I hear voices coming from the kitchen so I make my way there.
Fatima and one of the movers look up, then at each other, and both break out into laughter.
"What the fuck is so damn funny?" I growl, crossing my arms.
"You," Fatima says, accompanying the words with a head shake and eye roll.
My lips part to counter, but nothing comes out for a moment until I tamp down my irritation enough to grit out, "Y'all know each other?"
"No, we just met actually," Fatima grins. "This is Joey,"
I glare at her for a moment. "My mans your job is done you can go ahead and head out."
"Uh, what got up your ass?" she asks, face pulled into a frown. "Besides the obvious..."
"Y'all was real cozy for two people that don't know each other," I comment.
She sucks her teeth. "I do not have the energy for whatever this is. Please show me to my room so I can get settled in."
"It's upstairs, lead the way," I say motioning for her to go ahead of me. Fatima is quiet as she leads me up the stairs, and my gaze drops to her ass. Those fucking curves... damn.
I clear my throat awkwardly, worried she just caught me checking her out. She's under my skin like a motherfucker and yet she seems entirely unaffected by me, and it throws me off. It makes me want to get a rise out of her.
I was going to set her up in one of the guest bedrooms until after the wedding but at that moment I decide we are going to share a room. I can't wait to see her eyes spit fire when she finds out. The thought makes me grin, something about riling her up just really makes my fucking day. It's twisted and fucked up, but I can't help myself.
We make it up the stairs and I lead her to the master bedroom. My body is taut with anticipation as Fatima and I walk into our room. I watch her carefully, my heart pounding wildly.
She clears her throat awkwardly as she looks around, and while she takes in our bedroom, I study her as she walks through the room, until she finally pauses beside our bed. "I uhm. I thought you were taking me to my bedroom."
"And here we are in our room."
She gnaws on her bottom lip. "Our room?"
I drop a box near the entrance to her empty closet. "You can keep your clothes in here."
