“I’m fine,” she insists. “Can I please go to my desk?”
She squirms under my scrutiny. “This is your moment of amnesty, Allie. Another episode won’t get you a meeting with me. It’ll be H.R. Understand?”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, and she looks at me with an emotion I can’t place, but it’s the first genuine look she’s given me since she’s been back.
“I’ll make you love me again.”
I furrow my brows and consider drug testing when my phone rings.
Mr. Pafuti's name flashes on the display. He should be arriving soon, and Heaven and I still need to announce our relationship. I have no more time to waste on Allie’s personal issues.
“I have to take this call, return to your desk.”
* * *
Now that myday is over, the only thing I can think of is burying myself deep into Heaven’s pussy and falling asleep. I ordered some food from a nearby restaurant. I don’t want to go anywhere once I make it home. Thoughts of what I want to do to her has me stripping as I enter my house.
“Heaven?”
“In here!”
I follow her voice to the media room. I drop the bag on the table. Already naked from the waist up, I work on my belt as I turn to where she’s sitting. My hope for sex dies the moment I see her. Heaven’s hair is in a messy bun, she’s drowning in my t-shirt and pajama pants, and her knees are folded to her chest as she stares at the television with a tear-streaked face.
“What’s wrong,” I ask the question although I already know the answer.
She points at a screen where one of those animal shelter commercials are playing.
“Those poor animals only want to be loved by someone. People get them…” A new wave of tears rolls down her cheeks. “Then abuse them and leave them to fend from themselves in this cruel, cruel world.”
I feel capable of crying. “How many days?”
“Five or so.”
“Do you cry the whole time?”
“Only day one.”
“Sweet or salty?”
“Both and alcohol.”
I place my hands on my hips and look at the food I’d gotten. “Well, I’d gotten us sushi…” She makes a face like I’m terrible. “I’ll tell Paulo to come get the sushi and get us…”
“Beef street tacos, a big ass thing of horchata, rum to go in that horchata, jalapeño chips, and the creamiest milk chocolate possible.”
Oh, boy.
I text the lengthy order, and Paulo responds with laughing emojis.
“I’ll be back. I’m going to take a shower.”
I place a kiss on her forehead and back away slowly. This day just keeps getting better.
I’m freshly showered, changed, and loaded down with snacks by the time I see Heaven again. I traded the sushi for everything Paulo picked. He smiled and handed me a big bag of fresh kettle corn and said, “Trust me.”
Heaven accepts the tacos, lining them up on the built-in food tray on her theater seat as she generously applies green sauce to the tacos. She moans on her first bite and reminds me of my dead sex plans. After getting two cups and crushed ice from the theater’s wet-bar, I grab the seat next to Heaven then pour her some of my favorite rum from the Philippines.
“Try it first.”
