Today was the day I had to work. Strangely, Nat had the day off. He was driving down to a beach today to hang with his friends, and had invited me. That's when we started talking about our schedules. My days are Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. He worked on Monday, Thursday, Friday. Yes, my first day there was Thursday.
On Monday and Friday, I was a waitress at a family restaurant. This Friday I had off for renovations. On Wednesday and Saturday, I was an event planner. Today, I was working with an eight year-old girl's first communion party tomorrow. This was my biggest party this month, especially since it was communion season. It also meant I would probably have to work an extra day lot to run the parties. I was sitting in my office, when I got a call. Great, another party.
"Hi you've reached Precious Party Planners, this is Rosalina Tai speaking." I said in my fake cheerful voice.
"It's raining," I heard Nat say. "I'm still in New York too. I never got to leave."
"How'd you get this number?" I asked.
"The Internet," he said. "I just typed in your first name and it gave me this place."
"This line is for people who want to plan parties, Nat," I said.
"My dick would like to plan a party in your pussy," he said.
"Jesus, if you make me horny while I'm trying to plan a seven year old's party I will kill you," I said. "If you wanna talk, call my person number."
"I called you six times," he said.
"My battery is dead," I said. "Call me in a hour, or wait till I get off work."
"All my other friends are down south, stuck in the rain," he said.
"I would tell you to do what most guys do when they're bored and go to a strip club, but I'm with you so I won't," I said. "I have a meeting in five minutes and have no idea what's gonna happen."
"Can I pick you up after your finished from your place and cook you some food?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "Bye." I put the phone down, then continued to stress over my work.
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I got home, showered and changed, then went back to the couch. I had put on a black tee shirt and colorful yoga tights. Before I could even sit down, there was a knock at the door. I went over, seeing Nat standing there. He had a gray skully on, a white v neck, dark jeans, and black converse. He smiled at me, his eyes roaming down my body twice, then finally settling on my chest. "Wow," he said quietly. He shook his head, then look me in the eyes. "You ready to go?"
"Depends," I said. "What vehicle?"
"My precious," he said, referring to his motorcycle. "You can go like that."
"My after work clothes?" I asked.
"It'll be easier to take off," he said.
"What's on the menu?" I asked.
"Our appetizer will be pigs in a blanket, our main course will be beef stroganoff, and for dessert, we'll see what happens." He said. He took my hand, leading down to the parking garage.
He place was much cleaner than before. The lights were dim and candles lit up most of the room, a to screen displayed a fire. The chairs were lining the walls with a blanket in the middle. That's where we ate, talked, laughed. Near the end, he put our stuff away and poured me another glass of wine, then sat closer to me. "What'd you think?" he asked in a low voice. "Did I do good?"
"Uh huh," I said, then took another sip.
"Good," he said, then kissed the skin under my ear. "Do you know what for dessert?" I shook my head. "Take a guess." He kissed a little lower, gently sucking on my skin.
"Mmm, cake?" I asked in a moan.
"No," he said, then moved down to sucking on my neck, making me moan again.
"Ice cream?" I asked.
"Uh uh," he said.
"Can you tell me?" I asked. He pulled back, moving to sitting in front of me. He pulled me into his lap, pressing his lips in mine softly. He pulled back, then smiled. "Still can't guess?"
"Sex?" I asked. He smirked wider, then nodded.
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It was around nine when I woke up, wrapped in a blanket, now on the couch. Nat walked over, dress in blue and red pajama pants and a black muscle tee. He smiled at me, getting down in front of me. "You seem to be awake," he said.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"9:41 am," he said.
"I have to check in a few things," I said. I pulled out my phone, checking my messages. All it said was that they were starting to set up. When I looked back up, Nat was eating out of a plate.
"You want some?" he asked. I shook my head, and he shrugged.
"You put on clothes?" I asked.
"I put clothes on you too," he said, then whispered, "My papa is here."
"Where is he?" I asked.
"He's just pissing," he said.
"I needed to go anyway," I said.
"You're clothes are in that bag," he said, pointing to it.
"Wait, then what am I wearing?" I asked.
"I went out and got you some pajamas," he said. "I woke up too early for my liking."
"Well thank you," I said.
"So what're you doing today?" he asked, helping me get ready to leave.
"I have a party to go to today, but I'm free after four," I said.
"Cool, you wanna hang out?" Nat asked. "I literally have nothing to do at all. I never do, I usually just sit in the couch and watch reruns."
"You and you're beautiful BMW can be my person escort to the party," I said. "And then we can take your motorcycle around town because I really love riding your motorcycle."
"I can go to the party?" Nat asked excitedly.
"Yes, but it's for a seven year old girl," I said. "Nothing inappropriate."
"Okay, now let's go," he said, then called, "Dad, I'll be back in about an hour."
He then grabbed his helmet and the spare, giving me the spare. "Remind me I need to buy you a person helmet."
"You don't have too," I said.
"I didn't have to buy you pajamas, but I did anyway," he said. "Now let's go."