“They finally replaced mine, thankfully. That was some show you put on in the hallway, and some mess you made. Impressive! I think you smashed every glass bottle I owned.” She wiggles away from me to a dresser and starts rifling through the contents, throwing me devilish smiles. I relax a little, nerves winding down and anxiety untangling my internal organs, easing into the aura that surrounds her. There’s something infectious and alluring that pulls you in and makes you feel like you can open up to her, and I stand awkwardly by the door watching her.
“I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what happened or how I did it, Colton thinks I …” I start to revert into excuses, ingrained from years of being a reject.
“I know what he thinks. Colton tells me everything and I mean everything!
I know he thinks you have an absorption gift and I’m guessing his lack of presence this afternoon was when he came to you to test his theory. How did that go? Or is what I’m looking at the result of getting down and dirty, and distracted?” She has the filthiest way of laughing that implies sexual innuendos, and the crudest mindset, turning any sentence into a much more loaded one with just a chuckle, and I blush again.
“We haven’t had sex. We haven’t done anything since that first time he kissed me. He pushed me to turn, and figured I can do what he says, effectively.” I don’t know how much information I should be giving away as I don’t know her, but I can find nothing in my mind to tell me that Colton doesn’t trust her. She’s his second in command and I’m sure that comes with the highest kind of bond.
“No, he won’t, not if he ain’t gonna mark you. Colton may be a lot of things, but he’s very straight in upholding a moral code. He can be spoiled, a little self-absorbed, and center of his own universe, but he has a code and he’s the kinda guy who would drop everything to have your back if you needed him. He’s not like his father, but he does cower a little in his shadow. He’s young still, I hope he grows out of it soon. Becomes the man hidden in the boy.”
I find myself nodding at that because I know it’s true, even I can see and admit it, and jump when she spins back at me holding up see through lace scraps that I can’t even tell what they are.
“Black or red,
Chica
? A good feeling starts with sexy lingerie and I’ve never yet worn either, so you can have one.”
My eyes bulge out of my skull a little and my mouth runs dry.
“Ummmm.” I clear my throat, shifting from one foot to the other and try to stop gawping at what she’s holding. It doesn’t look like there’s enough on any of what she’s holding to cover even a tiny part of me. No belief in the fact it’s a full set of lingerie or that she buys the right size to cover her own assets.
“Let me guess, you’re a tidy whites and sports bra girl? Do you even own a push up a bra, or a thong?” I catch the jest in her tone as she mocks me and rolls her eyes, as I begin to shake my head, eyes wide and completely shellshocked we are even discussing my underwear habits. I mean, we only just met, and far from the fact I thought all Santos hated my kind, here she is trying to gift me her underwear.
“
Ai, Papi!” She mutters to herself with a hint of disappointment. “Colton seems more like a black lace kind. The boy has hidden kinks for sure…. So, we’ll go with that. It has a little push to give your sisters some lift.” She wiggles her breast with one hand as though to demonstrate and tosses the black scrap towards the four-poster bed.
“I really don’t need…” I stammer out, embarrassed to the core, but she shushes me mid refusal of uplifting man traps with a finger jab, and I fall silent, too intimidated to continue arguing.
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