Chapter 11 #2
Mila shut the door softly behind her. We stared at each other.
I fought to stop from reaching out for her, picking her off her feet, and slamming my mouth into hers.
I wanted to toss her onto her bed and have her screaming my name, not caring if we woke the entire complex up.
Instead, I moved the small piece of hair out of her face.
Her eyes fluttered. I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"I'll see myself out. Have a good night, Mila."
I didn't wait for her response, as I headed out of the apartment, wishing I could stay longer with Mila wrapped in my arms.
I sat at our normal booth at Justine's with Owen and Vance.
Justin was hosting a karaoke event tonight, and everybody in town was here.
People were lined up to get on stage and sing their hearts out.
It didn't help that the diner was running five-dollar drink specials and a dollar wing special.
Justin knew what he was doing to keep the money flowing and the customers returning.
Since the night was packed and busy, Justin had all of his staff working tonight, including Mila.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off Mila.
She wasn't our server tonight. All of her tables were on the other side of the restaurant.
Tonight, all staff were dressed in black tee shirts and black bottoms. Mila wore black biker shorts and her black Justine's shirt.
She had her short haircut, styled, and a bit of makeup on her face.
She was astonishing, even though she was running around crazy.
She walked past our table for the tenth time tonight. I studied her as she made her way back toward the kitchen.
"That's a damn shame," Owen declared.
I looked over at him and Vance. Vance was laughing.
"What now, man?" I asked.
"You've been eye-fucking Mila since you walked in here. Give that girl her face back."
Vance nodded. "Owen's right. Just go speak to her or something."
"Y'all are doing too much. I'm vibing. Plus, we already spoke to each other," I stated, grabbing my beer and drinking it.
"Okay then, go have a conversation with her. At least ask her how her day is going, 'cause clearly you want to, and there ain't nothing wrong with that," Vance advised.
Owen scoffed. "If you're giving out advice, make sure you do the same with Chasity. Both of you niggas kill me acting like y'all scared to let a woman know how you feel."
"Man, please! Make sure you take your own advice. Don't think we haven't noticed how you keep checking your phone. Don't worry, Trina will call you soon," I joked.
Owen didn't know, but Vance had mentioned to me that Owen and Trina had been texting each other nonstop since that night at Mila's.
Owen accidentally sent Vance a message intended for Trina at midnight.
The way Vance described it, the text was flirty.
Vance asked Owen about it, and Owen tried to downplay it, but from the accidental text, it was more there.
"Man, fuck y'all. We're just cool. I'm helping her figure out some legal shit. That's it, that's all."
Vance and I looked at each other with a smirk. Owen instantly caught it.
"You know what? Fuck y'all. I need to go make a call real quick."
I sucked my teeth. "You ain't talking to no client at ten o'clock at night. Just admit you're calling Trina."
"Tell Trina we said hello!" Vance shouted.
Vance and I erupted in laughs as Owen flicked us off, heading out the door. I looked at Vance.
"You know he's right, though. Chasity is an amazing woman. Don't let her slip through your fingers." I nodded toward Chasity at the bar. "Just go say, hey, and then ask her out."
I could see Vance considering what I said. His eyes bounced from the bar back to me.
"Do it, Vance. Do it," I encouraged.
His eyes bounced again. He grabbed his glass of liquor and chugged it. "I'mma do it."
He jumped up from his seat and headed to the bar.
"There you go, Vance! Do your big one!"
I watched as Vance took confident, huge steps to the bar, looking on as he waited for Chasity to walk toward him. Whatever he said had her smiling from ear to ear. He grabbed one of the bar stools and took a seat. I couldn't help the smile on my face. I was happy for Vance.
My attention was diverted to Mila as she cleaned off the table across the restaurant.
Then, once she finished, I watched as she headed out of the restaurant to the back.
I finished my drink and snuck out back. When I made it outside, she sat on the curb, scrolling on her phone and drinking a bottle of water.
"Tired?"
Her head popped up. "Just a bit. What are you doing out here?"
I shrugged. "I just wanted to check on you. I know it's pretty crazy in there, and you're probably worn out."
She smiled softly. "Thank you. I don't know what Justin was thinking of doing this craziness, but he has lost his mind. People love wings. I'm ringing up fifty wings per table. It's insane."
I laughed and took a seat on the curb with her. "I saw y'all carrying plates and more plates of wings, but I know he made a killing and you, too."
She nodded. "I did okay. I was going to use some of this to treat myself. Trina and Chasity want to take me to a spa. I was able to find a coupon, so I'm excited."
"That'll be nice. You deserve that. You work hard, and you're a single mom. You deserve all the incentives."
She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Houston."
I shook my head.
"What?"
"You don't have to call me that. Call me, Trey. I think we've passed the formal part of things. People who don't know me call me Mr. Houston. People who are my friends call me Trey."
"Friends?"
I looked at her and smiled. "You don't think we're friends?" I placed my hand on my heart. "I'm hurt."
She laughed. "I'm sure you have plenty of friends. You don't need to add me to the roster."
I scanned Mila's face. Even after being on her feet all night, she still looked like a model to me. Stunning was an understatement.
"Nah, I had to have you."
She stared at me. I looked into her eyes. We moved closer to each other. Her lips brushed softly against mine. Everything moved in slow motion.
"You're so beautiful, Mila," I softly whispered.
I heard her gasp, and her lips parted. I took that as my invitation. I moved in, and then the door burst open.
"Mila! You just got a new table," a server announced, standing in the doorway.
She didn't even wait for Mila to respond before she turned on her heels and raced back into the restaurant. I was pissed off. I wanted to taste Mila. I needed to taste her. I was so irritated that I wanted to run behind the server and curse her out.
Mila stood to her feet, dusting her butt off from sitting on the curb. She walked toward the restaurant but paused at the door. She looked back at me, staring for a second before a small smile appeared.
"Talk to you later...Trey."
I grinned like a kid in a toy store as she switched her way inside the restaurant. Hearing Mila say my name sent a rush through me. It was new and energetic. The feelings that I had felt could no longer be ignored. I had feelings for Mila, so now I needed to figure out if she was feeling the same.
I stood up and went back inside the restaurant.
By the time I returned to our table, Owen and Vance were still occupied with their own personal lives.
I sat at the table, blocking out all the noise and keeping my eyes on Mila, trying my hardest not to make it as obvious.
She worked the room, even better this time, as if she had a pep in her step.
She would quickly glance in my direction when she got the chance, and each time, my heart leaped out of my chest. It amazed me how effortlessly Mila had this much power over me.
By the time Owen and Vance returned, Owen let us know he had to head out, and Vance said he was waiting on Chasity to wrap up so that he could walk her to her car.
I waited with Vance as he waited for Chasity.
My plan was to see Mila, hopefully before my night ended.
I smiled at Vance as he paced the ground back and forth.
His nervousness was visible, and I couldn't help but laugh at him.
I was impressed to see the power Chasity had over him.
"Relax, man. Look at it like this. Chasity is so down to earth. There is no need to be scared."
"Man, she makes me feel things I can't explain. I just want to do right by her. That's all."
I patted him on his back. "You will. Take your time with her."
"Thanks, bro."
Seconds later, we heard a bunch of giggling and saw Chasity and Mila walking in our direction. I tried to play it smooth, but I couldn't stop watching how she walked with her head high and confidence pouring from her body. Chasity stopped in front of us and smiled, while Mila stood behind her.
"Y'all had fun tonight?" Chasity asked.
"Yeah, it was cool. I felt sorry for y'all, though," I said. "Justin had y'all getting worked."
She shrugged. "I need the money, so it's fine." She turned around. "My complaining ass cousin over here is so tired. I guess when you get an office job, you start to look down on the low-income people." She smiled at Mila.
"Whatever," Mila replied, laughing. "It was just too much. My feet are killing me, and I want to go home and rest."
"Do you want to wait for me or call an Uber? I just need to chat with Vance for a bit," Chasity glanced at Vance and grinned shyly at him.
"Um, I can Uber. I just want to get out of these clothes."
Images of Mila being naked invaded my mind, causing me to brick up.
"I'll take you home," I offered.
She looked at me and hesitated but then sighed. "I'm so tired, I'm not even protesting tonight."
She leaned over and gave Chasity a hug and smiled at Vance before she walked to the passenger side of my car.
"Get my cousin home safe or I'm going to beat your ass."
"Your cousin ain't got nothing to worry about when she's with me, know that." I winked at Chasity.
"I know that's right! Talk your shit, Trey!" Chasity shouted.
Mila waited by the passenger door, waiting for me to open it. Mila was becoming used to the way I do things, and she knew not to touch the door handle. I opened the door and held her hand as she got in.
"Want to stop and get food?" I asked.
"I don't want to think about food. I just want to sleep," Mila declined.
"I got you."
The ride to Mila's was quiet. She laid with her head up against the seat with her eyes closed. I kept glancing over at her to make sure she was okay. I figured she was sleepy because of the night she had, so I didn't disturb her with conversation.
Once we arrived at Mila's apartment, I shut the engine off. Mila's eyes were still closed, and she didn't move.
"Mila, we're here."
She didn't answer.
"I leaned over the console to see if she was sleeping.
"I'm not sleeping, Trey. I'm just taking a moment to relax. My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my back hurts, and my feet hurt. I can't wait 'til my spa day tomorrow."
I glanced over and became thankful that I had driven my SUV tonight. I reached over and tapped her leg.
"Put your legs up here."
"Huh? Trey, what are you talking about?"
"Just what I said. Put your legs up here," I repeated.
Mila hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually she maneuvered her legs over the console into my lap. Her back was against the window, and her eyes locked onto my movements. I slowly removed her shoes from her feet.
"Trey..."
"Relax, Mila," I instructed, as I removed her socks.
Despite being on her feet for hours, Mila's feet were nice, soft, and didn't smell.
Her toes were painted hot pink, and a rose tattoo sat in the middle of her left foot.
I deeply rubbed the bottom of her feet, stroking each side of her foot while making sure she was comfortable.
Soft moans came from her while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Feels good?" I asked, as she held her head back against the window.
She moaned. "So good."
The louder she moaned, the harder I went.
I worked my way from her foot to her thigh, softly rubbing her calf muscles.
Her legs were smooth, and no prickly hairs were felt along them.
She continued to moan as I alternated rubbing her feet and legs.
I inched my way just above her knee, softly massaging the thickness of her thighs.
Mila's eyes stayed closed, and she chewed on her lip.
I felt myself harden watching her expression change as I massaged her body.
With the way I felt, I wanted to pull Mila on top of me and have her ride me right here.
I didn't care about being in the parking lot and someone seeing us.
I wanted her, and I wanted her badly, but I knew that moment I got the opportunity to have her body the way that I wanted it would be special and not cramped up in my car.
Mila deserved better than that. Plus, I didn't know where her head was when it came to being with another man, so instead, I checked myself.
I removed my hands from her body and paused.
She opened one eye at a time and looked at me. I smiled.
"Feel better?"
She nodded. "Um...yeah sure."
"Good, glad I could help."
She looked at me strangely before removing her feet from my lap. She slid her shoes on and opened the door.
"Thanks for the ride and the foot massage, Trey."
I nodded. "Anytime."
Mila looked at me again before she jumped out of the car and sped off upstairs. I waited as she ran up the stairs before I pulled out my phone and sent Vance a text.