Correction.
I will definitely regret trusting Davis.
“What. The fuck. Are you doing. Here.Again?” he says to John-Guido.
The man that I assume is a retired spy throws his hands in the air. “Fine.Fine.I’m retiring from retiring. Tell Lila I’m never seeing her again. I’m done. I’m just fuckingdone.”
“Is that keypad completely worthless?” I ask.
And yes, I sound like I’ve been riding him and my breath is coming too quickly and my eyes might still be slightly crossed because his thick erection is still nestled between my thighs, and even two layers of denim can’t stop my body’s reaction to him.
“Your boy left the door cracked,” John-Guido says. “And I’m leaving.”
“What do you know that you had to come back here for?” Davis still doesn’t pull his body away from mine.
We’re lying on the table like caught teenagers while he glowers at the old man.
“I know the blond caveman has an accomplice. And that’s all I’m saying.”
“Who?”
“Don’t know.”
“I’m calling Vanessa.”
John-Guido snorts, then sees himself out the door, slamming it shut as he goes.
Chuck appears in the other doorway.
He gives us a once-over, then turns around and walks away as well.
Davis straightens.
He doesn’t look at me while he adjusts his cock. Or while he exhales a long, slow breath out his nose.
Or while he mutters, “Sorry.”
For what?I want to ask.
For kissing me?
Or for us being interrupted?
I stare at his beanie-covered head as he crosses to the storage cabinet. I’m not brave enough to ask.
Because I don’t want it to be the former.
Even though the latter isn’t his fault.
And so he shouldn’t be sorry for that.
“Maps in here?”
I take solace in the fact that his voice isn’t fully normal.
He likes me.
But he doesn’t date either.
