Frankie, adorably, just wrinkles his nose and I have to suppress a laugh because my friend, the trained killer, he’s like a little bunny rabbit right now. When he goes still I do it again. This time he raises his hand and brushes at his nose. I laugh, not louder than a whisper, and tap him again.
I drift off a little bit after Frankie goes, worrying and wondering, and when I wake up the sun is much more advanced. I shake my head, blinking away my sleep, and I look over at the other side of the bed. The blankets are, indeed, mussed – and there’s a distinct indent on the pillow that Frankie us
“Get what?” I ask, curious. “It just doesn’t add up,” Violetta says, raising her pretty eyes to mine. “I mean, Christian says that he’s taking care of you for a while – keeping you safe. And I get that – my family has…connections as well, like Christian’s does…” She pauses, raising an eyebrow, s
While Frankie drives us to my lunch shift at Lupa, he doesn’t mention – at all – anything that may or my have not passed between us this morning. I watch him carefully from the corner of my eye, watching for any hint or a sign but… No, there’s really nothing. Frankie’s rather a lock box, isn’t he?
“No,” I say, casting my eyes down, sensing that now is not a moment to press, or counter, or play coy. No, he wants to dominate me in this moment, to play boss. And I know how to play my role in this game. “I’m sorry, Edward – but I…” I hesitate, glancing over at Andre, trying to decide if I will ge
Edward and I have barely begun chatting when Andre comes over to take our order. He plays it up a little bit, scowling playfully at Edward and ribbing him for taking away his best bartender, and I’m a little shocked at Andre’s acknowledgement of what Edward has done until I see that Edward is please
I force my mind back to the situation, wondering how to handle this. “Is that the kind of girl you want me to be?” I ask, my voice soft, coy. “Yes, Bambi,” Edward says, leaning forward to stare at me intently. “I like my girls…obedient. And I reward them handsomely when they do as I say.” He holds
I sigh, hanging my head, not meeting any of the dozen eyes that are on me right now. Instead, I press my eyes shut, and force myself to take a deep breath, trying to pat down my anxiety and my dread, wondering how the hell I’m going to handle this. I mean, should I ask Christian to get me out of i