5. Zaire
Nala’s dismissal of me would irritate me more if I wasn’t so concerned about her hard-headed ass. But I couldn’t cage her in because, despite that moment in the closet last month, she wasn’t mine. She was all mine then for those few stolen moments when she gave in to the lust we had been fighting since she started working here six months back.
The onboarding process was hell for me. Seeing her come in here every day wearing her glasses, her thick glossed lips pouting while she stared down at her phone. And when she switched her ass around the office leaving a sweet trail of whatever the perfume, she wore lingering in the halls, I wanted to say fuck it all and fuck her, but she didn’t know I wanted her or had been wanting her since we were in the same Clinical Psychopathy classes back at Pitt. I would see her after class too, walking hand in hand with some dude that looked way too uptight to be with her. Nah, she needed to laugh and feel free. I could see it but it wasn’t my place, plus I was only watching from a distance and could have had it all wrong but here we are years later and that dude wasn’t around. No one was from what I could see, and that’s what I was thinking when I finally asked her out.
“Uh, excuse me?”
“I want to take you out, Nala.”
“Dr. Jackson,” she corrected me in the deep feminine voice of hers that reminded me of the voice of someone who could sing. You know like listening to Lalah Hathaway when she spoke. It was rich, feminine, and very sexy. That was Nala. But she denied me the opportunity to date her, and instead, we started fucking each other with our eyes every damn day between clients and meetings and bumping into each other in the break room until one day I needed to address why she was in the clinic alone so late. Raheem, the security guard had left, which meant everyone was supposed to be gone. I just happened to forget my earbuds and needed them for the gym. That’s when I noticed the light from her lamp slipping through the crack of her door.
“What are you still doing here?”
The way she nearly jumped up out of her chair was so comical, but I held my laugh inside my chest because this was too serious to let go. She shouldn’t have been there alone.
“You scared me.”
“Good. You should be. You really shouldn’t be here alone, Dr. Jackson. We went over this during orientation,” I reminded her.
I watched her swallow before straightening her back and pretending to be the one in charge. “I needed to finish a few things before heading home. I wasn’t going to be much longer.”
I nodded, realizing she was more hard-headed than anyone else I knew.
“Policy dictates I report this to Dr. Patton.” Her worry reached her eyes.
“For real? You’d tell on me for doing my work?”
She seemed genuinely perplexed. She truly didn’t understand. We worked with some very sick individuals from time to time and honestly, anyone was capable of losing their grip on reality at any point. Being here alone was a liability.
“For real.”
She shook her head in disbelief. I was wondering why we were still talking and not settling the other problem we’d seem to be having as of late.
“I hope it doesn’t come to that. Can you let me off with a warning?”
Her dark slanted eyes pleaded with me to let this go and my mind thought of different ways to negotiate with her even if it was a tad manipulative. Not that I was her supervisor and thank God for that, because it would complicate things if I ever were to get what I wanted.
“I’ll keep this between us if you do.”
My words held a double meaning and I felt she knew that when her lips parted for a moment.
“Yeah, I can keep it a secret,” she nearly whispered.
“Good. Let’s go. I’ll walk you out.”
“A few more minutes, I need to print something out.”
She got up from her chair and strutted around me like that was the end of it and I wanted to clobber her haughty ass.
I followed her down the long hallway to the supply room, which was more like a closet because the broken copier stored inside took up more space than this room could handle. The door closed behind her which I knew was her way of saying the matter was concluded and I could go about my business, but I was not to be dismissed.
When I opened the door she was grabbing a ream of eight by eleven white paper from a shelf beneath the counter. Watching her bent over like that in that skirt nearly drove me crazy but I was professional and a gentleman despite what some people thought about me. Sexual harassment was a real thing, and I wouldn’t let on how much I wanted to fuck her with her bent over just like that no matter how tempting her curves were. But when she turned to me and her lips parted and her eyes looked conflicted, I realized I wasn’t the only one being tortured here.
“It has to be consensual,” I told her.
“I don’t think it’ll be a good idea.” Her voice was low.
“It’s probably not but can you deny you don’t want to taste just a little?”
“A kiss?”
She seemed surprised by that. Almost as if a kiss was nothing… but she didn’t know me. What I could do with my mouth was enough to convince her of more if she allowed it.
“Yeah. Just a kiss.” I watched her carefully.
Her eyes were filled with nothing but unfiltered lust as she moved her head up and down in a nod.
“Say it.” God my dick was hard with anticipation. I had never felt so… eager. Not ever. But I had to slow down. She was in charge of how things went down which meant it was only smart to chill and see how far she’d take this.
“I want a kiss.” Her husky had my attention.
“You need it, don’t you?”
She nodded again and bit into plump flesh before releasing it and leaving a sheen of dew glistening there.
I wanted to taste her there first I decided, and that’s when I pulled her in fast and devoured her for what seemed like an eternity until she came in my mouth.
Since then, we’d been acting like I didn’t know how sweet she tasted and like her palm hadn’t been rubbing my wood before I walked her to the car where we promised not to speak of what happened again. I knew better. I knew it was only a matter of time before we’d do it right and go all the way. I needed that pussy dripping around my dick and would have it because she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but we needed to get through this push and pull first which led me to wanting to beat her ass because why was she here late again? And especially when so many warnings had been drilled into us all about the dangers that sometimes lurked in the community plus within some of the people we assisted.
My main concern was her patient T. Donovan whom we just discussed in our group meeting last week because Nala was struggling with convincing him to stay on meds and keep appointments. Dr. Patton felt that he would need to be moved to a hybrid treatment plan. Part inpatient and part outpatient due to the alarming and erratic messages he left on Nala’s voicemail. My conversation with Dr. Patton revealed to me that Nala voiced concerns about his instability as well and because I was the team’s proctor it was my responsibility to be apprised of these things whether Nala wanted me to know or not. It was for that reason I decided to stay around and wait for her to emerge from her office.
I busied myself with notes and filing until I heard what I thought was her door opening but when she didn’t walk by my office door, I thought maybe I was hearing things. After a few minutes, I realized she had taken the other way to avoid me.
“Shit.”
I rushed and grabbed my bag, hurried and locked the door, and then headed to the security desk to see if I could find her on camera. What I saw on the screen made my heart plummet. I could see her trembling on camera. Even as my nerves went to shit, I still needed to execute my training, press the red button hidden beneath the front desk counter before going into the closet behind Raheem’s desk for assistance. Who knew when the cops would get here, I couldn’t wait to see what would happen if they were too late.