I watch January rock back and forth like she’s riding an invisible pony. “I don’t see why not.”
“Orchard is something I invented while I was mixing up pills.”
January’s pretty face is quizzical.
Doc gives a cackling laugh. “Here you are thinking I was some kind of pharmacist. I dealt drugs, Tesorina.”
Her mouth falls open and Adriano snorts. She spares him a single glance before returning her gaze to Doc. “Oh…”
“Judging me?” He demands.
“No.”
“Liar. Sorry I didn’t come out of some millionaire’s ballsack and I had to make my own way in the world.”
January doesn’t seem to be listening, just nibbling on her lower lip.
Doc’s face softens. “Do you wanna know what’s happening in your body, Tesorina?”
She releases her lip, trying to focus on his face. “Yes?”
“Your blood is thinning. Your heart is racing and your pussy is pulsing like a strobe light. You’re thinking about how empty you are. About how nice it would feel to have something thick push inside you. Soon you won’t be able to stop thinking about it. You’ll feel so empty, you’ll scream.”
I adjust myself through my suit pants.
“No,” January whispers. “I won’t.”
“It’s not up to you, Tesorina. That’s what Orchard does. Pretty soon you’ll crawl over broken glass to taste my cock.”
I laugh as she presses her face into her hands. “Don’t worry,bella. It doesn’t have to be Domenico. You can come here to me. No broken glass involved.”
Doc shoots me a nasty look. “Fuck off, Morelli.”
January’s hands fall from her face and she lightly brushes her palms over her nipples. “Mr. Morelli?”
“Yes,bella?”
Color floods her cheeks and she squeezes her tits through her bra. “I… I feel strange.”
“Come sit on my lap and talk to me about it.”
“Fucks’ sake…” Doc snarls. “Stop talking to her.”
I raise my glass to the others. “Nice dealing with you, gentlemen. I’ll expect the money on the dining table at breakfast.”
“Bet’s not over,” Bobby says.
“Bet?” January looks from me to him. “What bet?”
I smile. “Thirty grand to whoever fucks you first. Now, come here and make it me.”
January’s gaze is on Bobby. “You’re not…?”
“You don’t think I would?” Bobby asks in a hard voice. “Or you’re hoping?”
Her face falls, the truth sinking in. Even her math tutor isn’t her savior anymore.
Doc cackles. “It’s fun when Basher stops pretending that he’s nice.”
