Well, that was seriously sweet. My belly got all squishy and I snuggled closer. “I kind of claimed you too.”
He gave me a squeeze. “Yeah, I picked up on that.”
“Tell me about this woman.”
“She’s really pretty, probably mid-thirties, and her name’s Wyatt.”
“That’s a way cool name!”
“I know, right?” he admitted. “She and I chatted a bit, but I mostly just hung out and made sure Dad didn’t need anything. Once he was done, I drove him home. Letti took over from there.”
I sighed. “So, you’re okay?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m okay.”
“Will you tell me if you’re not?”
“Yes. I will tell you if I’m not.” He smiled, rolling me onto my back and kissing my neck. “For now, though, burying my dick deep inside your delicious cunt’s all the therapy I need.”
“Bury it deep, baby.”
He did as he was told.
Raquel
ONE MONTH LATER, I had raised my low C grade to a B-plus in microbiology and I was feeling on top of the world. In fact, this particular science was clicking so well, I was currently at the grow lab on my own, working on a new strain with Chan.
“I have two plants for you to look at,” Chan said. “We won’t be able to test them for another couple of months, but I think you’ll like what we have planned.”
“Higher Indica strain?” I asked.
“One is, yes. The other—”
He was cut off by the sound of the fire alarm.
“What the hell?” he snapped, then sighed. “I just got that damn alarm fixed.”
“Or we’re about to go up in smoke.”
“Miss Brooks, did you just make a weed joke?”
I chuckled, admittedly feeling a little proud of myself.
“We may just make a pothead out of you yet.”
“I highly doubt I’ll ever be the Cheech to your Chong, but I’d hate to see all this research burn.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head. “There’s never a fire. Just a faulty wire or some shit. But when it happens, the doors lock, so I need to check it out. I’ll be right back.”
I pulled my cell phone out and sent a text to Orion just in case I didn’t get out of here in time to meet him.
Then I waited.
And waited.
Chan didn’t return, so I headed to the door and just as I reached out to open it, I felt heat.
“Shit,” I whispered, placing my hands flat against the door. It was hot and I was pretty sure I was fucked. I pulled out my cell phone and called 9-1-1.
