“Thanks.” She smiled as if embarrassed, putting the wad between her legs.
“There’s always a mess when a condom isn’t used. Guys know this. No need to worry.”
“See? You’re perfection, Joseph. How do you always know what I need?”
“I just do what feels natural.” I pinched her chin softly and dropped a kiss on her lips. It was the truth. From the very beginning, I’d only done and said what felt right.
After we were put back together and dressed, I unlocked the door and opened it for Brynne to exit the viewing room. She took my hand as we went down the hallway to the lounge.
“Brynne?” a woman called from behind us. We stopped and turned around. “Oh, I thought that was you.”
“Hey, Leslie. What’s up?” Brynne asked.
“I’ve got something for you. Be right back.” She darted off.
I furrowed my brow at Brynne.
“I don’t know what she could have.” She shrugged. “Are you going to walk me to my car? Sort of like walking me to my front door and kissing me goodnight like a gentleman.”
I snorted. “Baby, I’m not a gentleman.”
“Stop. You are too.”
The woman came rushing down the hallway with an envelope in hand. “This arrived on Thursday. I was going to call you, but I came down with the flu. Seeing you now reminded me that I had it.” She gave the letter to Brynne. “Is this your boyfriend?” She raked her eyes over me.
Brynne giggled. “No, just a friend.”
“Friend, huh?” I didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“Come on. Thanks for the card, Leslie. I need to get this guy out of here.” Brynne waved the envelope in the air as she tugged me down the hallway.
“Friend, Bonita? I think we’re more than that after what we just did.”
“Like you’ve never hooked up with a woman before or had meaningless sex.”
I swung her back and put her against the wall, caging her in and kissing her hard. And what did she do? Giggled. She drove me crazy with desire. I wanted her again, in different positions and places.
I’d take her against the wall.
And in the backseat of Espada’s car.
But I mostly wanted her in my bed every night starting tonight.
“Who am I to you, Bonita?” I growled into her mouth and cupped her breast.
“We haven’t labeled us.”
“You have a point.” I reeled her into my arms so we could leave.
“So then tell me what we are.” She dropped the letter and stopped to pick it up. She raised slowly, reading the text on the front. She cut her gaze at me, confusion on her face.
“Who’s it from?” I leaned in and saw: BG Alfred.
“My dad’s personal bodyguard.” Her hand trembled. “I’m afraid to open it.” The fear in her eyes sent alarms off in me.
I searched for Espada and moved Brynne to a spot where no one was around. “Do you want me to open it?” My guard went up like an enemy gang might open fire. I needed to protect Brynne above all else.
“Yes, please.” She gave me the letter and placed her hand on her chest.