The Assignment

"Knock knock." A familiar deep husky voice greeted.

I immediately smiled, pausing to look up to greet my boss. "Hey Chris." It was always a pleasure when he came to see me, especially since I loved looking at him.

"Slow day today huh?" He said, making small talk.

Something about the tone of his voice made me stop packing my bag to look at him again.

"Yeah... What can I help you with, boss?" I asked so he could get straight to the point, we both knew I had to leave soon.

Christopher Wallace stood just outside of my office door looking devilishly handsome in his custom 2-piece suit. Standing 6'6 feet with beautiful golden topaz eyes and yummy ochre brown skin that changed from light yellow to caramel depending on the season, he was one of the sexiest men walking the Earth.  I wished I could've been graced with his skin every time I saw him.

And he was my boss. Yay!

He had a mischievous look on his face and that was not a good thing.

I grabbed my jacket off the back of my chair to remind him that I had somewhere to be and he needed to hurry the fuck up.

"I have your next assignment." He said, holding up a folder.  He had the nerve to look apologetic when I knew he was anything but.

I glared at him, he knew I had somewhere to be in 30 minutes.

"You promised no more last minute jobs!" I yelled, pointing my finger at him.

"I know. I know," he said putting his hands up to stop my tantrum, "but I can assure you this is well worth it."

I sighed, "Details." I was about to annoy the fuck outta him.

"Billionaire Customer -"

"Not interested." I stated.

He sighed in frustration. "You never even let me get all my words out!"

I smirked. Now he knew how I felt when his big head ass gave me last minute shit to do. I sighed again just to annoy him more and motioned for him to continue.

"There are 40 of your employees currently roaming the building right now, tell me why you have to come for me."He used his puppy eyes on me and I couldn't help giving in to him. "I'm listening..."

"Well listen really good. Renee, I need you for this job. You're dedicated, level headed, and frankly not an inarticulate bimbo."

"Gee, thanks." I said, sarcastically.

"He's looking for a male driver to drop him off in Texas-" He continued.

"-I am not a male nor do I want to drive long distances on a school night.-" I cut in.

"-but he gave me such a demand on awful short notice... I'm sure you can pull that off." He said frowning at me for interrupting him again. "You know I can take care of my lil man, you have nothing to worry about."

I sighed again, not really looking forward to hearing anything else he had to say.

"That's not even the best part, he's paying half a mil, baby girl.

"Half a mill? For a lift to Texas? Kind of shit is this?" I said, making him laugh.

"Yes. Renee, this is the easiest money you'll ever make. I told him I'd give him my best driver. You know that's you." He gave me his signature cheeky smile. "I knew I could count on you." He said before I even spoke. Apparently I couldn't control my facial expression as well as I thought I could. I rolled my eyes, groaning."You owe me big time, Christopher, if you and Christian didn't eat like a pack of wolves-"

"Yeah yeah. Thank me later." He said rushing off like he had to do more business.

"Thank deez nuts..." I muttered under my breath, still annoyed at him.

Today was just not my day. It was gloomy and freezing outside plus I had just gotten my period. All I wanted to do was curl up in the fetal position until my cramps subsided.

Christopher knew I didn't interact with billionaires under any circumstances because they had shitty attitudes and no respect for black people like me, this I learned from personal experience.

And I'm not talking about stereotypical blacks, I'm talking about normal, hardworking black people who weren't robbing and prostituting but living decent and making it on their own.

For some reason we all keep getting put in the same category and being written off because people don't take the time to learn shit for themselves.

But half a million just to drop the bastard off and come home to my baby? I could make an exception.

All billionaires aren't like your mom's husband or his son ...

Yeah? Well I'll never let my fucking guard down again.

I hoped Mr. Billionaire didn't give me any trouble. With the way I was feeling on day two of my period... It was entirely likely that I would hurt somebody.

**

"Who knew picking out a freaking suit could be so hard?" I muttered to myself in annoyance, trying to find a double breasted suit for the job tomorrow.

"Its actually not hard at all when you've had custom made suits all your life." An arrogant voice said.

I glanced up and back down quickly.

Ah here we go. Just from "experience" I knew he was exactly what I always tried to avoid. I admit he was attractive, standing quite proudly with his 6'4 frame towering over me. I almost graced him with another glance.

Ignoring him, I continued my searching.

Not today Satan. Not today. I said in my head and as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, I could feel his heated stare on me. If his looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead by now.

Oh Lord, he was finna start some shit.

I continued to ignore him while he continued to stare at me like I was from another damn planet. I refused to give him the satisfaction of intimidating me and making me move. I didn't know what the hell his problem was but I hadn't done anything to him to deserve his glare of death.

"Wrong store for people like you." He said. I sighed, I knew he was finna start some damn mess. I stared up at him finally, noticing that he had beautiful piercing gray eyes that were narrowed on me.

"Yeah? You mean people who have to budget? Or people with my skin tone?"

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do, but you know we all can't be pale ass men born with silver spoons in our mouths." I said sweetly. I grabbed the suit I wanted, then began to proceed to check out.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Curious George?" I said, not pausing to pay him another moment of my time.

A pale hand grabbed my arm.

Of course, another reason why I hate white men, touchy bastards.

"This isn't one of the ghetto stores you're used to frequenting, you're obviously not from around these parts so you don't know I own this store & everything in this vicinity."

And there we have it folks, he was a racist son of a b*tch.

I looked at his hand on my arm warningly and his grip tightened. "Boy, if you don't remove your  hand off of me." I said really softly, but I knew he heard.

He didn't move fast enough for me. I couldn't stand the thought of being held against my will by another man.

This asshole obviously could use a lesson in respect real quick "Bruh I said-" I grabbed his hand quickly breaking his wrist. "-remove your damn hand off of me." I smiled at him, "What were you saying?" I asked when he yelled in pain. "Of course, now I remember, I know who you are." I laughed at him. "You're the shit on the bottom of my shoe. Here are some valuable words of advice for you, nothing gives you the right to put your hands on another person." I said before twisting his arm behind his back. "Especially a female. Now fuck off, assturd." I said, pushing him away from me.

He turned around and I kneed him in the balls, the sound of him groaning in pain and crumpling to the floor brought a huge smirk to my face.

"And fucking stay down until I leave."

"Who are you?" He wheezed in pain.

"I'm flesh and blood, like you, regardless of my skin tone. That was exactly what you deserved, you bastard. Be happy I have something else to attend to right now or I'd be putting you in the hospital for more than a fucking broken wrist and sore balls, rich man. If you want, we can just blame it on my period."

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" He swore loudly. We were obscured in between racks of suits far away from the front of the store, the music played drowning out our voices so I hadn't been too worried about kicking his ass right there.

"Have fun down there, little pale man." I simply left him where he kneeled, cupping his balls.

Those long frustrating years of blood, sweat, and tears for my black belt in karate definitely were worth it.

Only on this side of town... I was dressed pretty decent and I was still getting singled out for my skin color. Melanin was beautiful and shouldn't be used as a basis for stereotypes. Nobody deserved to be instantly profiled because of their skin color.

This drive to Texas better be worth it.