Learn Ya || Chapter 2
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Warnings: None other than this another long chapter
Amaya spent most of her night tossing and turning with little sleep to follow all because of one person: T’Challa. Getting him off her mind proved harder than she had anticipated, taking away her night of restful sleep. So it was no surprise that she was on her third cup of coffee by the time that lunch rolled around. She had bags under her eyes that even her thick, full coverage concealer couldn’t mask. The coffee wasn’t doing anything but give her the jitters while making her stomach hurt. She was irritable and there was no sign of her temperament improving. She was just glad that Charlie wasn’t there to talk her ear off like she had been yesterday when she came back from the break room.
For the rest of her shift, Charlie bombarded her with questions, making Amaya go through every detail of her encounter with T’Challa. She wouldn’t let her leave out even the smallest moment. Charlie was damn near squealing when she went over the way he kissed her hand. She was so excited, probably more excited than Amaya herself. She swore up and down that he had been flirting with her heavily but Amaya wasn’t convinced. In her mind he was probably just being nice. He was too far out of her league.
She really needed to stop thinking about him. She had only talked to him once and yet he was on her mind far too much. It was ridiculous. She needed to get a grip. She was acting like some little kid who was getting all starry eyed over her first crush. She was a grown ass woman who wasn’t going to keep acting like this over some man. Albeit the sexiest man she had probably encountered in her life.
She tried to push back the thoughts of the way he licked his lips and the things it did to her when he did, but it wasn’t easy. She shifted in her seat, the urge to bang her head against the desk was strong. Instead, she decided to use food to distract herself. The plastic to the bag of Hot Cheetos rattled loudly as she opened it, but no one even batted an eyelash in her direction. There was no rule against eating at the desk so she always took full advantage of it.
She leaned back in her chair and flipped through the book in her lap. Her school had sent out an email to all the incoming first year law students with a list of recommended reading to do over the summer. It wasn’t mandatory but it was heavily implied that students who did the reading were more likely to make it through the first year and less likely to drop out. Basically it was either devote the summer to doing the boring reading and be a little less stressed out during the school year or have a lit summer but have a nervous breakdown by midterms. Amaya decided on the former.
But as she had to go back and reread the same paragraph for the fifth time because she had no idea what the hell she had just read, she started to question just how invested she really was in being a lawyer. Here she was, in the prime of her young adult life and should be out there going to parties and living her best life, but law school was sucking up the majority of her free time and class hadn’t even started yet. She could only imagine where she would be five or so years from now. She’d probably have a few cats by then because she’d be too busy to have any relationship outside of the ones with family.
Someone cleared their throat, breaking her train of thought but not enough to have her look up to see who it was. “Welcome to The Wakandan International Outreach Centre. Directories and maps are located by the front entrance if you are lost.” Her voice came out clipped, mostly because they had interrupted the bite she was getting ready to take and she had to flick the Cheeto back into the bag so she didn’t appear to be completely rude. They cleared their throat again, a little louder this time. She slammed her book closed with far more force than was needed, huffing and biting back the urge to cuss out whoever it was. “How can I help you?”
She all but threw her book down on the desk and looked up. Her anger disappeared and her eyes went wide when she found T’Challa standing there with his brows raised.
“T’Challa…I mean Sir… I mean what are you doing here?” She sat up a little straighter in her chair, finding a napkin to wipe the red dust from her fingers.
“Are you usually this,” he hesitated for a second, rolling his lips together, “Blunt with guests?”
“No, not usually. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” She rubbed her hands against the rough material of her jeans.
“Perhaps your mood would improve if you were to eat food with actual nutritional value.” He tilted his head over the desk a little with his eyes on the half eaten bag of hot chips. “Those things will kill you.”
She rolled her eyes as she rolled the bag up and tucked it back into her bag. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” The words came out before she even knew what she was saying. Her only saving grace was that she mumbled them more to herself and she could only hope that the way he raised his brow was more about her muttering under her breath than her actual words. “So, what exactly are you doing here? You don’t usually have two visits in a row. Not that I know your schedule or anything.”
“I decided that a second look at things was needed.” It wasn’t so much what he said. It was more the way that he said it. There was a heavy implication in his words that was hard for her ignore.
“And are you finding everything to your liking so far?” He leaned against the desk and she watched the way his arms flexed beneath the sleeves of his suit jacket. She knew she was finding everything to her liking.
“For the most part, yes.” He nodded his head once.
“Is there something I can do to make your visit more pleasurable?” She pressed her lips together before she said anything. Her hormones were getting the better of her.
“Pleasurable?” A slow smile spread across his lips and she stared at them for a few seconds too long to be considered polite.
“That came out wrong. What I meant to ask was there anything I could do to make your visit more productive.” Despite wanting to sink into the floor because she had once again embarrassed herself and gotten flustered around him, she didn’t look away.
“Has your mood improved so much that now you would like to be helpful?” She was taken aback a little at how blunt he was being but the subtle twitch as the corner of his delicious looking mouth gave her reason to think he was joking.
“Maybe I just needed the right company to put me in a better mood, Sir.” She licked her lips slowly as she shucked off her jacket. The otherwise usually cool building suddenly felt all too warm.
“I see.” His gaze travelled down to the faint amount of cleavage that was now exposed, but it was so quick that she thought that she might have imagined it. “Do you enjoy my company enough to go to lunch with me?”
His question caught her completely off guard and she was stuck, unsure of what to say. Here she had been thinking he was just being nice to her. Maybe Charlie was right and he had been flirting with her.
“Before I answer that, I have a question I need to ask you.”
“You may ask.” She blinked a few times. Him giving her permission was, for some odd reason, sexy to her. Even if she wasn’t exactly asking.
“Have you been flirting with me?”
“Yes.” His answer was short and sweet and came with no hesitation at all. “And you have reciprocated this. Am I wrong in that assumption.”
“No, Sir. You’re not wrong. I don’t really know too many people that wouldn’t flirt with you.”
“Good. Now that we have gotten that out of the way, lunch?” She had almost gotten about that. She started to grab her things before standing from her chair. “Your jacket?”
“Actually I’m kinda hot.” Standing next to him, she felt a little underdressed. Her basic jeans and yellow crop top didn’t exactly go with his suit. “Do you always wear a suit?”
“There’s a certain image I must maintain being a king and all.” He smiled at her.
“You know, most people don’t exactly wear suits around here. Unless they’re going to court.” Even as they walked, Amaya found it hard to keep her eyes off of him.
He stopped dead in his tracks and she had to double back when she realized she was a few steps ahead of him. He undid the two buttons of his jacket and shrugged it off with more grace than she had seen from a man. With the jacket tucked over his arm, he spoke. “Is that better?”
She vaguely heard him speaking but she couldn’t focus on anything other than the snug fit of his shirt across his board chest. It looked like it was made specifically with him in mind, hugging his body and showing off his well defined arms. She mumbled a ‘fuck’ to herself as she continued to stare. She was damn near in a daze that only his hand waving in front of her face could bring her out of.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.” She tore her eyes away from his chest so she could look him in the eye.
“I asked if that was better, but now I’m asking if you’re alright?” His brows sat lower on his face as he furrowed them.
“Yeah, I’m..whew I’m good.” She made the ‘okay’ gesture with her fingers, hoping that her words sounded believable even as she tripped all over them in her attempt to get them out.
He narrowed his eyes and searched her face. She had to do all that she could to keep herself from squirming under his watch. “If you say so.” He didn’t sound all that convinced but he said nothing else as he began to walk again.
They were just about to walk out the door when Amaya remembered that there was no one to cover her at the front desk. “Shit!”
“Are these kinds of outbursts normal for you, Amaya?”
“There’s no one to watch the desk.” She turned to walk back but stopped when she saw one of the guys who was usually tutoring kids sitting in one of the chairs behind the desk.
His hand grazed along her arm for a second. Just long enough to turn her attention back to him. “As you can see, it’s been handled.”
He gestured for her to walk through the door as he held it open for her. She wanted to ask if he had been the one that made sure things were handled but she held her tongue. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to know the answer to that question.
“Have you ever tried the diner down the street? They have really good cheeseburgers if you’re into that sort of thing.” Just thinking about them had her stomach growling.
“If that’s where you would like to go then you should ask.” He looked at her as he took a step closer, and when he did, she didn’t take a step back.
“Okay, then can we eat there?” Her hands went to her hips as she tapped her foot on the ground.
“You’re forgetting something.” She took note of the small way his nostrils flared.
“Yes, you are, Amaya. Most people say please when there is something that they want.” His voice was low, coming out as nothing more than a rumble.
“Let’s say for argument’s sake that I don’t say it. Then what happens?” She tilted her head to the side.
“Then I will escort you back to your desk and we will be done here. If you want something, you will ask nicely for it.” She felt each word, the gruff tone in his voice doing something to her that she couldn’t quite explain.
“That’s a little demanding.” She chewed at the inside of her cheek, heat radiating through her body.
“Yes, it is.” He didn’t seem to be the least bit ashamed of it. He blinked and looked at her as if he was waiting for something. Waiting for her to ask nicely as he put it.
She followed her arms across her chest. He was standing so close that she felt him brush against her forearms, but she didn’t back down. She could smell how just how good he smelled. She wanted to let out a swear because if she had one weakness in life, it was a good looking man that smelled even better. She was set in being stubborn, but the longer he stared at her, the less stubborn she began to feel. He held her gaze, silently challenging her in her way that was making her feel even hotter than she had been already.
Finally she rolled her eyes and blowing out a forceful breath through her nose, “Fine. Please?”
“We’ll have to work on your manners at a later date.” His mouth twitched a little. “But for now, we will eat.”
No other words were spoken between the two of them until they were seated in a booth. The smell of greasy food that was completely bad for her had Amaya’s stomach growling and rumbling. She eyed the menu even though she knew exactly what she wanted because she could feel his eyes on her, and after their last staring contest, she wasn’t ready for another one so soon.
“How long have you been working at the centre?” His voice brought her attention from the menu to him. For a second.
“I got an internship for my sophomore year of undergrad and the social justice department seemed like a good fit at the time since I was a poly sci major. I’ve been there ever since.” She stared at the menu intently as if she hadn’t seen it a thousand times before this.
“You say at the time. Is it no longer a good fit for you?” She peeked over the top of the menu to find him staring right back at her.
“No, it still is.” She closed her menu as a waitress came up to their table, greeting them and asking what they would like to order. “I’ll have a cheeseburger and as many fries as you can put on a plate, please.”
The waitress turned to T’Challa, expecting him to order, but he had never looked at the menu. His eyes were still on Amaya. “I’ll have what she’s having. Thank you.” He waited until the waitress disappeared from their table. “So you can say please to her with no questions?”
“She wasn’t nearly as demanding.” She had to press her lips together to keep herself from smiling. She was used to using humor to ease a tense situation and there was always some kind of heavy air, thick with tension, that seemed to fall over the two of them.
“Do you not like someone being demanding?” He leaned forward on the table, his hands underneath his chin.
Feeling just a little bit bolder, she mirrored his actions. “I didn’t say that.”
“Then why all the push back, Amaya?” She really did like the way he said her name. She didn’t know that three little syllables could sound so sexy.
“Keeps things interesting.”
“Or it will land you into trouble.” The gruff tone was back in his voice, making her shift in her seat.
“And what kind of trouble will it land me in if I continue, Sir?” Her eyes searched his face for some sort of hint at what his answer would be.
“Would you like to find out?” She could see something stir behind his dark eyes.
She wanted to blurt out that she most definitely wanted to find out. She was seconds away from doing so when she remembered that she barely knew this man and here she was flirting so openly with him. She needed to control over herself. She never acted like this. She could only assume the cause of this sudden change in her was the man sitting across from her. She didn’t know how to explain it. The words were lost on her, but there something about him. It was still no excuse. Regardless of how comfortable she may have felt, he was still practically a stranger to her.
“So what’s it like to be a king?” She cleared her throat, slowly leaning back in her seat and trying to place some distance between him and herself.
He sat there in complete silence for a few seconds before he let out a loud laugh. She couldn’t help but smile as he laughed. He did so so openly, his smile taking over his entire face. She found herself liking the sight probably more than she should. There was no denying that she was attracted to him, but she knew acting on that attraction would be a bad idea.
“Is that really what you want to know?” He asked her when finally stop laughing.
“Actually, yeah. I really want to know. I’m curious about Wakanda….and you.” The look that crossed his face at her words was almost one of surprise. She wanted to ask if people didn’t ask about him on a personal level often but she never got the chance.
“Amaya? Girl, I thought that was you.” Her shrill voice was like nails on a chalkboard and she wore a shit eating grin with Amaya looked at her. In her rush to her food, she had forgotten the bitch worked here.
“What do you want, Cherise?” Her hands clenched around the edge of the table to keep from rocking her jaw. She wasn’t pregnant anymore and Amaya had been waiting for the day she got to beat her ass, but in front of T’Challa wasn’t the place or the time.
“I just wanted to come say hi. Does Rod know you’re here?” Her eyes fell on T’Challa and her smile got even bigger. “I’m going to assume that he doesn’t. I’m Cherise. Who are you?” He only looked at her, an unimpressed look on his face.
“I suggest you move along before I forget you have kids at home.” Her jaw clenched. Her patience was wearing thin.
“Rod’s kids you mean? I’ll make sure to tell him you said hey when he comes by tonight.” Cherise was only saved when she walked away from the table because Amaya was seconds away from grabbing a fistful of her long braids and dragging her up and down the diner, wiping the floor with her fake ass.
“Was that a friend of yours?”
“How exactly do you think I treat my friends?” The anger hadn’t exactly subsided and when she looked at him, she did so with a glare.
“Very well,” he paused for a moment. “And who is Rod?”
Up until that point, she had forgotten all about Rod. He had been the furthest thing from her mind. Hearing his name, brought everything back into startling clarity. She was cheating. She tapped her fingers against the top of the table, trying to find the words, but the words found her instead as she blurted out, “My boyfriend.”