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“Open the box Trinitee,” I say with a lot of command in my voice.
She locks eyes with me as she unwraps the box, opens it, and finally breaks eye contact to see what it is “Oh my goodness, Kruze,” she says as her smile blooms across her face as she pulls out her personalized, custom-made slippers. Her eyes find mine again as I walk to her, take the slippers, slowly go to my knees, and grasp her ankle. I take my time removing her shoe, giving her a brief massage before placing the slipper on her foot, and repeat the action.Her eyes begin to hood, and she is practically panting by the time I stand up so close to her that I can feel her breath on the base of my neck. She and I never break eye contact.
“Do you like them?”
“Yes.”
“What do you say, Trinitee?”
“Thank you, Kruze.”
“Good girl. You’re welcome, Angel,” I tell her and watch her eyes widen, but never once does she back away. I am pushing the boundaries here, but I am at the end of my rope at this point. It isn’t until the alert sounds that the spell is broken.
“Are you expecting someone, Trinitee?”
“Yes,” she responds breathily. “Um, my assistant. There is a lot to do, so I brought in reinforcements.” Neither of us moves until we can hear the telltale opening of the elevator doors.
“Why don’t you go greet your assistant, Angel,” I give her permission to walk away. Once she leaves, I take my first deep breath since before the gift. She is mine! And if she isn’t aware of that, she will be very soon. A few seconds later, Trinitee walks in with a sprite, for lack of a better word. She is pocket size, but what she lacks in size, she makes up for in personality and energy, and with her is the other beauty I saw her with at the club.
“Mr. Morehouse! How are you? I’m Echo,” she says, practically bouncing over to me and extending her hand. She has to be the cutest little thing I have seen in a long time. She can’t be more than five feet tall and one hundred pounds soaking wet. She’s adorable.
“Please call me Kruze,” I tell her shaking her hand.
“Kruze it is.”
“And I’m Shannon. I am just playing chauffeur today. Nice to meet you.” she says, cutting her eye to Trinitee.
“Well, isn’t that nice of you? Why don’t you stay for a while,” I offer.
“Isn’t that nice of you, Mr. Morehouse.”
“Please call me Kruze,” I tell her. She is a complete brat, and if we were back in DC, there would be several brat tamers who would love her. As it stands, I really like her. I can tell she has her friend's back and came to be nosey, so I’ll let her.
“Okay, boss, where do you want me?” Echo interrupts, causing the three of them to walk off, leaving me alone in the foyer.Once they are out of sight and presumably hard at work, I head to my office to get some work done.
If Trinitee is bad alone, she is worse with Echo and Shannon, I have to hunt them down when I have to force them to eat, and it is like trying to wrangle a gaggle of toddlers. Once I get Trinitee and Shannon, Echo is distracted by something, and now I have to get her again. Shannon has accompanied Trinitee and Echo every day, sometimes, she comes with them in the morning, and other days she comes in the afternoon. After a few days of this, I have learned to come in eating whatever food I have had delivered. However, I did not have to today since my new chef is here, and the smells of whatever he has concocted are wafting through the house.
“That smells delicious!” Echo bounds into the kitchen.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Prince, my chef, says. “Have a seat,” he instructs.
“I should have known this is where I’d find you as soon as I smelled the food,” Shannon says to Echo, as she and Trinitee make their way into the kitchen.
“Oh hush, I don’t know what…” Echo says to Shannon, and you can feel the love and friendship between all of them.
“Prince,” he supplies.
“Prince created, but I am ready to try it,” Echo finishes her sentence.
“I hope you enjoy it,” Prince tells her as he dishes the food on our plates.
“Join us, Prince,” I offer, and he takes a seat to enjoy his food with us.
We eat, laugh and talk. The food is amazing, and so is the company. Prince tells us the dish he created is his wife’s favorite dish, and she is the one who taught him how to cook it. She is Indian and African American, her father is from Delhi, and her mom is from New Orleans, and this dish is a mash-up of both cultures.
“She sounds amazing! I would love to meet her,” Echo says.
“I would love to bring her with me one day before you leave if that is okay with Kruze,” he says, looking at me for approval.
