I cringed. I hadn’t told him the extent of my patent money. “I’m, uh, already a multi-millionaire.”
Flint’s mouth dropped open.
I shrugged. “Non-lethal bullets are big business.”
“Why do you even work? You could travel. Write. Start your own business. Do whatever you wanted!” Flint gestured around in the air. It was kind of cute.
“I wanted to work for the government, helping people from the inside,” I explained. “Families who came to this country looking for a better life. I wanted to make sure they got it and didn’t get railroaded by the system. Or worse, sent back to the awful country they escaped. Like my grandparents.”
“Your grandparents?”
“My parents are first-generation Americans. Their parents came from Cuba and escaped the Communist regime. It took them decades to become legal citizens in this country. My Grandpa Saber was the one to encourage us to serve our country in one way or another.”
Flint got a weird look on his face, and before I knew it, he drew me onto his lap. He stroked my face with his rough hands.
“Every time I think I have you figured out, you go and surprise me,” Flint whispered, then feathered a kiss across my lips. I moaned into his mouth, dropped the paperwork from my hands, then reached up to grab his face and kiss him back.
I have no idea how long we sat there making out like teenagers. But a knock on the door brought us back to the present moment.
“If you two are done sucking face, can we please go somewhere and talk about all this?”
I regretfully turned away from Flint’s impressive lips to find my twins at the back of the room. Arms folded. Scowls on their face.
They came out of my vagina and continued to block my vajayjay time after time.
