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Where It Begins (Ch. 9)

Chapter 9

By Maya Juarez-PeñaPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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Planning my outfit for tomorrow, laying down a frayed pair of jeans that have a few tears in the knee and thigh, and I can't decide if I should wear a one piece tank top or a slightly see through v cut t-shirt. I lay them out on my chair right outside my closet and figure my mind will make a choice by tomorrow night.

"Good morning beautiful," is the first thing is see when I shut my alarm off the next morning and it is a message from Khyle.

"Can't wait for tonight," I send back to him.

I get into the office and at my desk is a beautiful vase of flowers with a note attached to them "Something beautiful for someone beautiful, until tonight. —K"

A few co-workers pass by my desk and share little remarks about my flowers and the secret admire I have. It hits me around 12 that Khyle isn't even in the office.

When Jessika walks in she takes one look at the flowers and her eyes go wide, "Damn he went all out for you!"

I smile and say "He just wants a piece of this booty."

She smells my flowers and heads to her desk. Thankfully Mariah is not in the office today either so I do not have to worry about her pissing me off. Unfortunately Kelly feels that she automatically is in charge of our department when Mariah is not here. Kelly has only been here for seven months and still has learning to do. We ignore her little barks of orders and keep to our jobs.

On my way home I get all excited and sing in my car all the way home, poorly of course, but singing none the less. I turn on my speakers using my bluetooth as soon as I walk in the door, blasting my "Feel good" playlist and hop in the shower. When I get out I look at the couch that has my shirt options for the night and I still can't decide. I send a picture of the two shirts to Jessika and Noelle and they both agreed on the semi see through shirt, as long as I wear a sexy bra underneath. I put on my pants and a lacy black bra with little silver rhinestones and pack a bowl to smoke to feel even better. "I wonder if Khyle smokes" I think to myself.

In my bra I go to my living room and smoke when my phone dings, "On my way, 20 mins —K."

Crap. 'Enough dancing around, Adrienne, we need to finish up,' my inner Goddess tells me. I light some incense to clear the smell of smoke and hurry to finish getting dressed. Khyle knocks at my door, I check my self in the mirror one last time and when I open it he has on these semi tight dark blue jeans, similar to the previous ones he wore. His shirt is a dark burgundy v-neck and he has on this black leather biker jacket. I look behind him and he has got a motorcycle sitting on the curb. My eyes widen and I can't help but giggle in excitement.

Khyle laughs and takes my hand saying, "Hope you are not afraid of a little speed."

I look at him pursing my lips. "Hell yeah."

"Have you ever been on a bike before?" he asks handing me a helmet.

I secure my hair back into a quick ponytail and put on the helmet. Before he can get on I put my leg over the bike holding on to the handles sticking my ass out then I look at him smirking.

He takes a step back and bites his knuckle, "Damn you look so sexy straddling the bike like that," he says, as he walks up to me slapping me on the ass. I bite my lip and slide back to the passenger seat.

Khyle hands me a black leather jacket, "Put it on," he says as he swings his leg over the bike.

"Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight," he says, through the little Bluetooth speakers that are connected between the helmets, some real James Bond kind of shit.

I wrap my arms around his waist hugging him tightly. My chest is pressed against his back and I can feel how hard his back is. The ride to the golf place is fast, so freeing and I can feel my adrenaline pumping through my body. When he stops the bike I can still feel my body vibrating. He takes my hand and helps me off, leading me inside, Pure Golf.

Just before we enter the place he stops me and says, "Listen, my friends can come on a little strong but they mean well."

I place a hand on his chest and say, "I think I can handle them."

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