She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(5)

“Wait, you two know each other?” Mrs. Carla asked, looking back and forth between the two as they stared at one another.

Running her hands through her long mane, Brix tried to calm her nerves. Shemel was fine as ever to her, and the last thing she wanted to do was show the lust she felt radiating from down below. Get it together, she said to herself before responding to her mama.

“No, well yes, kind of. He helped me yesterday when I couldn’t reach the top shelf,” she answered, still looking him in the eyes. Mel licked his lips and she quickly directed her attention toward another area of the kitchen. Why’d he have to go and lick those juicy lips? she thought to herself.

“Such a gentleman. My baby knows she short,” Mrs. Carla said, laughing.

“It was no big deal, seeing as though she thought I was one of the employees. I was just doing my job,” Mel said, chuckling. He found it funny that she thought he worked there. Shemel didn’t mind the nine to five grind, but ever since he worked at McDonald’s in his younger days, he vowed to never deal with rude ass customers again. In his defense, his customers on the street were crazy too, but if they ever got out of line, he’d get ‘em in check quick.

“You had on a blue shirt just like them. That wasn’t my fault,” Brix said, smiling.

Like he was stuck in the twilight zone, Mel stared hard at Brix, wishing he could be the one to put a smile on her face.

“Nah, it wasn’t. How you doing though? I’m Shemel,” he said, stretching his hand out for her to shake.

“Nice to meet you again. I’m Brix,” she replied, shaking his hand softly before running it through her hair again.

“Bricks. Damn, that’s sexy,” he said, biting his lip.

“Thank you. It’s spelled with an X. Not like the ones you build with,” she said, blushing. She had always loved her name, but no one else seemed to. It was original and she thanked her parents every day for not naming her anything basic.

“Um um. I am still standing here,” Mrs. Carla said, clearing her throat.

The two broke their gaze and turned their heads toward her. They had forgotten all about her standing there. That’s just how focused they were on each other.

“Now, what were you saying Brix? You had somewhere to go?” she asked, looking at her daughter in amusement. She knew she was feeling the young man and couldn’t do anything but smile. He was definitely something to be star struck over.

“I uh, I was going to meet up with Carissa since I finished all my orders for the day,” Brix answered while grabbing the cupcakes. She was ready to get out of the kitchen. Not only was she still hot from just getting out the shower, but also her body temperature had risen to another level from lusting over Shemel.

“Oh okay. You gone put a jacket on before walking outside, aren't you?” her mama questioned while Shemel grabbed the other cake to carry.

“It shouldn’t be that cold out; I’ll be fine,” she replied, then walked toward the front door.

Not far behind, Shemel watched as her backside moved in the tight shorts and he shook his head. The long coat she was wearing yesterday hid all of her curves and he would have never guessed baby girl was packing like that. They reached his truck, placing the boxes on the floor, then shutting the door.

“How much do I owe you?” Mel asked, pulling a thick wad of money from his pocket.

Brix’s eyes widened, but she quickly regained her composure, not wanting to seem new to seeing that much money at one time.

“One-thirty,” she said, taking a step back.

Mel peeled off three, hundred dollar bills, and tried to hand them to her, but Brix shook her head.

“That’s way too much.”

“Nah, I appreciate you coming through for my lil’ shorty. You deserve a little something extra, huh,” he said, taking her hand and placing the bills inside.

Brix closed her hand and sighed deeply. “All those cupcakes are for your daughter? Those kids are going to be so hyper,” she said, smiling.

“Nah, they for my niece. Why you always assuming?” he asked laughing. “First, I work at Walmart, now a nigga got a kid. Very stereotypical, don’t you think, Ms. Brix?”

The way Shemel said her name made her shudder inside. It rolled off his tongue like he had known her all his life and adored saying her name out loud.

“Not at all… I just… well, you know,” she shrugged, while chuckling nervously.

“It’s all good beautiful. Good looking out. Don’t catch no cold out her trying to be cute,” he said, hopping in the driver’s seat.

Brix blushed at his comment, but she wasn’t cold at all. The breeze was feeling good against her warm skin. It was just what she needed to calm her nerves.