“He’s the captain of my hockey team,” I answered with a chuckle.
“Hockey?” Yamari questioned, and I nodded. “When the fuck did niggas start playing hockey? Especially ones that look like him? Baby, that man is not a hockey player.”
“He is,” Fable said and returned the iPad to face her. “He promised to teach me to ice skate and everything.”
“What’s his name?”
“Rhodes Jeffers,” Fable answered.
While they talked, I went back to my computer and sat down. Rhodes sat beside me, watching Fable and Yamari go back and forth. This was the first time I heard about him teaching her to ice skate. As cool as Rhodes was, that wasn’t going to happen. If she were going to learn, I would be the only person teaching her.
I took another bite of my muffin and then cleared my throat. I had an itch in my throat that took a minute to go away. I got up, grabbed water from the fridge, drank half, and sat back down. Fable talked to Yamari for a few more minutes, then hung up and got to work with Rhodes.
FABLE
“Iswhat KO is asking you doable?” Pyrite asked, and I nodded. My attention was on the recipe that she and I had agreed on. Every team would have a running theme, and I would play off each player's personality. KO wanted to keep hers simple with a Blueberry cheesecake swirl cookie. I’d never done one, but I was up for the challenge.
“Absolutely,” I said, nodding. “I can't wait to make it.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked, and I shrugged. We were sitting in the living room; the TV was on, but we weren’t paying attention. My focus was on my sketchbook, and his was on his laptop. “The kitchen is right there.”
“I don’t want to impose,” I denied, and he chuckled. “What’s so funny?”
“You,” Pyrite replied, setting his computer on the coffee table and standing. He towered over me, but not in an imposing way. Yes, he was big and manly, but he looked down at me as if I were the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. I could never understand Pyrite, no matter how hard I tried. He was crazy as fuck one second, and the next, he was calm and charming. He smiled down at me and moved his hair from his face. “What do you want to create?”
My eyes shifted from my sketchbook to my notebook, full of recipes, and then back to Pyrite. I bit my bottom lip and sighed when Pyrite gave me another smile. “You promise not to laugh?”
“Yeah,” he smirked. “I got you.”
I flipped through my sketchbook until I found the recipe and picture, and then showed them to him. His face twisted in confusion, and all I could do was laugh. “It’s a black velvet cake filled with blackberry compote.” I turned the sketchbook around and traced my design. “It's one of the reasons I was up half the night. It came to me during a dream.” The reason was him. No matter how hard I tried to get him off my mind, I couldn’t. I woke up so horny that I ended up playing with my own pussy as I thought of him. Some of me hoped he was watching or heard me and came to the room, but he never did.
I stared down at the picture. This was one of my most detailed drawings because I wanted it to be as perfect as possible. Blackberries lined the top of the cake, and I debated whether I wanted to put something else on it. I wanted the taste to speak for itself, but I also knew that the eye appeal was what would draw people to try it.
“You got everything you need?” he asked, and I shrugged. “Alright, let’s check; if not, we can run to the store.”
“Okay,” I said. I got up from the couch, and we walked into the kitchen. I had almost everything I wanted, so our trip to the store would be quick. I told Pyrite, and then he offered to take me to the store, which I agreed to.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What’s up?” he asked as he drove. His car was something I’d never even imagined I would be in, yet here I was, a passenger in a Maserati Levante. The black and cream interior could only be described as sexy, and seeing Pyrite easily steer the car only added to the appeal. His hand rubbed across the steering wheel, and flashes of his hand moving up and downmy leg flew through my mind. I squeezed my legs together and adjusted in my seat. “Fable?”
“Hmm?” I pulled my eyes from his hands to his face. I lifted my brow in question and waited for him to start talking.
Pyrite chuckled like he knew where my thoughts were and then licked his lips. “You asked if you could ask me a question.”
“Oh,” I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, why do you do so much for yourself, and you’re rich?”
“Because I wasn’t always rich,” he answered with a shrug. “Shit is a hard habit to break, to be truthful.”
“I don’t agree, but I understand,” I replied. “But if it were me, I would have a little help to ease my burden.”
He chuckled and then turned at the green light. “The burden ain’t even big. It’s just me in that big ass house, so I clean as I go.”
“Your company has the same mindset?” I asked.
“Yep,” he answered with ease. He pulled into the grocery store's parking lot, parked, shut off the truck, and got out. I watched as he rounded the car, came to my door, and opened it. “Come on.”
With his assistance, I got out of the car before he closed the door, and we walked into the store. Because I was from a different state, I had to remember that this store wasn’t my usual one, and they might not have everything I needed.
