“I’ve got it, I’ve got it, and it’s very on theme,” she says, winking at me. “Seven minutes in heaven, in the supply closet.”
Okay, I can do that, at least it’s in private.
“Fine, who with?” I ask, hoping it will be Donovan, or they’ll let me spin the bottle so it’s left up to chance and I can just get it over with, maybe I’ll be lucky and get El Jefe. Nope, do not go there…
Before Ana can answer, El Jefe speaks up, “Diablo.”
The table is silent, everyone looking between me, El Jefe, and Diablo.
Shit.
If I switch or drink now, everyone will know it’s specifically because of Diablo, and he’ll never let me live that down, but what’s the alternative? Being locked in a dark closet with him for seven minutes, I might as well have played the truth in the first place. I’m trying to think of the best way out of this, when Diablo chuckles.
“Come on, you’re crazy, El Jefe. You know Princess Prude would never agree to that.”
Maybe it’s the amount I’ve had to drink, maybe it’s the smug look on his face, or maybe I’m just tired of him calling me that stupid fucking nickname, but before I know what I’m doing, I’m standing and saying, “I’m up for it, if you are?”
Diablo
“Come on, you’re crazy, El Jefe. You know Princess Prude would never agree to that,” I say, looking straight at Elizabeth.
I’m telling myself that I’m giving her an easy out, but in reality, I know I’m baiting her into agreeing to it. If she goes into the closet with me, I can get the proof I need that she’scheating on my brother and confront her about it once and for all.
I can’t work out if she’s going to back out, or go for it, until she stands and says, “I’m up for it, if you are?”
I glance at Donovan and he’s in as much shock as the others, I hope he knows I’m doing this for him.
“Let’s go, princess.”
I’m aware of some of the girls oohing and aahing around us, and the guys are laughing, but I’m focused on Elizabeth as we make our way to the supply closet.
“Ladies first,” I say, gesturing to the open door.
She scoffs and steps in, but before she has a chance to get settled, Tank pushes me in behind her and locks the door. It’s pitch black and I can’t see shit, so the first thing I notice is the smell of vanilla filling the air. She still has her back to me, and her hair is right under my face. I inhale deeply.
“You had better not be fucking smelling me, Diablo,” she says.
I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard her cuss.
“I’m not smelling you, princess; all your fucking hair is in my face, and I can’t breathe.”
“Well if you hadn’t crowded me so quickly, I could have turned around, asshole.”
“Calm down, I was pushed, wasn’t exactly in a rush to get in here with you either.”
She sighs. “Fair enough, do you want me to turn around, so my hair is out of your face at least?”
I can’t lie, the vanilla scent is delicious, and I don’t want to lose it, but the way we’re standing means that her round ass is pressing back against me, and… well, I’m only human, and I don’t want her to feel any potential reaction I might have to her.
“Yeah, turn around,” I say.
She shifts and moves, pressing against me even more. Jesus fucking Christ. She’s taking far too long so without thinking I grab her hips and maneuver her around.
“Get. Your fucking hands. Off me.”
“Don’t start with me,” I say, “I’m only trying to help, you were taking way too fucking long.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had big plans for our seven minutes in hell. Why do you care how long I’m taking?”
