Chapter 18 - Ten Minutes

Monday mornings could be brilliant, when they started with Menzi Shezi. We rode to work with my back propped against his side and his arm slung over my shoulder so that his fingers could link with mine.

As he played with the ring he'd given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude heels he'd bought me along with a few outfits to wear on the nights I slept over. To start the new week, I'd decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin honey-brown belt that reminded me of his eyes. He had excellent taste; I had to give him that.

Unless he was sending one of his sleek, long-haired "acquaintances" out on shopping sprees …?

I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.

When I'd gone through the drawers he had set aside for me in his bathroom, I found all my usual cosmetics in all my usual shades, my leave-in, my curl cream. I didn't bother to ask how he knew, which might've led to me panicking. Instead, I chose to look at it as more proof of his attentiveness. He thought of everything.

The highlight of my morning had been helping Menzi dress in one of his seriously sexy suits. I'd buttoned his shirt; he'd tucked it into his trousers. I'd done up his fly; he had knotted his tie. He'd shrugged into his waistcoat; I'd smoothed the finely tailored fabric over his equally fine shirt, amazed to find that it could be just as sexy putting clothes on him as it was to take them off. It was like wrapping my own gift.