I watch as he rubs his hands over his face, pondering my response.
“We’re not related by blood,” I continue, “and we do not have a sibling relationship. The idea that we are family would be of little significance to a man like him. He’s a criminal for Christ's sake.”
“Baby, I don’t think he’d ask for something like that. I understand that because of your past job your mind automatically goes to those types of arrangements. But I’m sure he’ll be willing to help family.”
His optimism breaks my heart but I know telling him the truth would be worse. I can only hope that Sebastian is a better man than I believe, and he’s willing to do this because I’m family.
“What worries me is that I would have no control over his ways once we reach a deal with him. I have to be honest with you and let you know, if he wants sex he’ll most likely penetrate all three places and possibly have me swallow. Do you think you can handle that?”
He drops his head, looking down at the floor, eyes closed.
“Call him,” he says a second later. “Call him and I’ll do whatever he wants as long as you’re okay with it.”
“Baby, are you sure? We can leave here tomorrow, forget all about this mess.”
“I said no, Miranda. Can you please call him? Do it for me?”
I sit up, grab my phone, and find his number. Luckily, after our last meeting, I entered his info into my phone just in case. Funny how things turn out sometimes.
He answers on the seventh ring and recognizes my voice instantly. I put the call on speaker after Jonathan’s request. Sebastian offers his apologies for what happened to Jonathan before we can ask for his help. We tell him about our problem and set up a meeting with him for the following evening.