Angel looks like his mind is working overtime. Honestly, he always looks like that. As if he has constant thoughts running through his brain, like the code in Lex’s computers.Very observant and introspective, this timid beauty.
I know femboys aren’t my usual type, but Angel has this simmering seductiveness to him. Kinda like Dash. Where you know he probablylovesbeing bent over and split in half—like yours truly—but then you can totally picture them being demanding little things in the bedroom, taking the reins from whatever growly sex machine they’re leading around by the dick.
Tingles the balls, for sure.
“Angel, darling, this is Alex Carson. He works in the control room, and he’s to thank for your Alabaster Penall-access pass, if you will.” I grin.
Angel’s vibrant green eyes go wide. “Alex?” Alex grins and nods. “Wow, I have been dying to meet you in person.”
“Likewise,” Alex chirps sweetly.
He’s so precious, I swear to God.
“Mostly I wanted to ask youwhyyou helped me,” Angel questions. “Why would you risk getting yourself in trouble for a random stranger creeping around prison in a dress?” He grins.
“Barefoot, too. Don’t forget that part.” Carson shakes his head.
“Youwhat?!” Byron chokes, having overheard that purely repugnant detail.
“Are you kidding??” Lex gasps. “I got foot fungus on myhandsonce from touching a wall in solitary for aliteralsecond.”
Angel is chuckling, thoroughly amused, and I think enjoying the attention. He seems a bit like Felix. Someone lonely who’s always been desperate for friendship, but never knew the right way to get it.
“I’m from Colombia.” He shrugs. “I don’t think I wore shoes once until I was, like, ten years old. And even then, I did every outdoor activity barefoot. A lot of MMA and stuff you do without shoes.”
I look to Byron, smirking as his eyes light up. “You do MMA?”
“Oh, boy. You two just became best friends,” I huff.
Angel nods enthusiastically. “My favorite is Krav Maga, but I’m probably best at Jiujitsu.”
“Nice. I’ve done all that stuff, but Taekwondo is my thing.” Byron cocks his head. “Too bad you were spying in the prison. You could’ve sparred with Joy and me.”
“I’d pay to watch that,” Lex chuckles.
“Yea, I don’t know…” Angel murmurs. “I think you’re a weight class or two above me.”
“Well, anyone brave enough to walk around Alabaster Penbarefootis one crazy motherfucker,” Byron laughs. “I wouldn’t mess with you.”
“I’m sorry, but I need to see your feet,” Lex says firmly.
We all laugh, and I scold, “Babe, that’s weird. At least buy him a drink first.”
Angel is obviously unfazed, as he slips his rather fashionable boot off to show us his feet. They’re actually nice. Not at all gangrene like you’d expect after frolicking Alabaster Pen shoeless.
“Wow…” Byron marvels. “You’re like Luke Cage.”
Angel beams, as if he likes that. “It was also quieter.” He peeks at Alex. “I was trying to be stealthy.”
“Oh, you definitely were. You did a great job of staying out of the cameras. But the doors are another story.”
“Not if you’reBerkeleysLexLuthor.” Lex beams.
We all give him his round of applause, to which he bows.
“Hang on, so are you the reason my cell door just opened out of nowhere?” Angel asks Lex. “The night of the storm??”
Lex is doing that humble brag face. “Yea, that was me. And this little hottie.” He pulls his device out of the crossbody he’s using to carry it around everywhere with him like his freaking child. “Say hello to LOIS 2.0.”
