Isabelle Perkins meets Lincoln Davis for the first time at an evening part-time job she is applying for. Enjoy!
There sat a man with smooth, ebony skin. His chiseled, lean face and velvety smooth lips complimented his captivating mocha colored eyes. His entire essence was sensual and reeked of calm confidence. Isabelle stared, taking him all in. Two women hovered near his cubicle, competing for his attention. Isabelle sighed, shaking her head. “Damn, he’s fine!” she muttered to herself as she casually strolled by him.
He pulled erect, and his six-foot four-inch stature towered over everyone. Their eyes met, and he winked at Isabelle. His smooth lips parted into a shy smile, and Isabelle looked away, mortified. Damn, so embarrassing!
Jo nudged her shoulder, and Isabelle turned to face her. “Let’s go to the break room. I need you to watch a boring video.”
“Great,” Isabelle mumbled heaving a sigh of relief.
The break room had a fully equipped kitchen with a refrigerator, stove, and microwave. Two bowled sinks sat in a marbled granite counter, and three round tables with six chairs were lined up next to each other in the middle of the room.
“There’s tea in the cabinet,” Jo said. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”
Jo left the room, and Isabelle tossed her handbag on the table. She blew out her cheeks and sat. Isabelle decided to forgo the tea, preferring a hot cup of Starbucks coffee instead. She needed the caffeine to wake her tired ass up!
Yawning from exhaustion, she sat there. Alexis, her daughter, soon came to mind. She wondered if Rosette would take care of her while she worked in the evenings. She decided he would. He better. Alexis was his daughter, too!
Isabelle eyed the Essence Magazine on the table and grabbed it, momentarily leafing through the pages. Bored, she tossed the magazine back on the table and held her hand up inspecting her fingernails.
Suddenly Isabelle felt a presence in the room. She looked up and her mouth fell open. The handsome man just walked past her table on his way to the refrigerator. Isabelle grabbed the magazine, pretending to read it, slyly peeking over it to check him out.
He was a suave one, bowlegged with a smooth, panther-like swagger. He had a full head of wavy processed black hair and was broad-shouldered with a muscular, lean frame. The light in the room enhanced the color of his glistening smooth ebony skin, and he had a commanding presence about him. Isabelle heard him yank the refrigerator door open and held her breath. Should I say something? I’m not sure… Girl, move your lips! Say something!
“Lincoln Davis,” he finally said with a husky voice. He shut the refrigerator door and Isabelle, wide-eyed, almost peed on herself. This fine-ass man is talking to me! Girl, say something back! Say something!
“Excuse me?” Isabelle said glancing up from her magazine and trying to sound annoyed.
“I’m Lincoln Davis,” he repeated as he glided over to the table. He twisted the cap off a bottle of water in one smooth move. “And your name, young lady?” he asked.
“Isabelle Perkins,” she answered as she laid the magazine on the table. She shifted in her seat, and when he smiled, she noticed the sexy gap between his two front teeth. Oh shit! Isabelle feared she would pee on herself right there in front of him.
“So, are you taking the job?” he asked with his captivating eyes locked on hers.
“I guess so,” she said fidgeting in her seat.
“You guess so?” His eyebrows slanted inward.
She gave him a full smile, a weapon she often used to disarmed men. He was no different. “Yes, I’m taking the job.”
“Pretty smile you got there.”
A compliment? Please stop it! You’re already killing me! “Thanks,” Isabelle replied in a coy voice.
“So, where are you from?”
“Seattle.”
“Seattle, Washington,” he echoed back to her with his sexy gangster grin. “I always wanted to go to Seattle. After I left Michigan, I came down here instead. I never made it to the West Coast.”
“Well, that’s too bad. You missed out. The West Coast is quite beautiful.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“You say you’re from Michigan?”
“Yeah.”
“What city?”
“Detroit…” He trailed off as Jo bounced into the room.
She frowned when she laid eyes on Lincoln. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“Maybe,” he said, his eyes not leaving Isabelle’s.
“I think you do.” She motioned for him to leave.
He ignored her, never once taking his eyes off Isabelle. “Miss Perkins, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working with you,” he grinned.
“Likewise,” Isabelle smiled shyly. He whirled around and glided out of the room, disappearing into the hall.
Jo wasted no time giving Isabelle her opinion. “Stay away from him,” she warned with intense eyes. “The man’s a player! Do you hear me?”
“Really? He didn’t come across that way,” Isabelle said, mildly irritated.
“Believe me, the man is,” she insisted. Isabelle decided to let her have her opinion. She wasn’t about to get into it over a man she hardly knew.
Until Next Time, Thank-you For Reading!
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