“Of course. Do you want me to go with you?” I offer, not really liking the idea of Carly being alone with Roman. I’ve worked for the man for too long and know too many of his deep, dark secrets to want Carly anywhere near him.
“No. I need to do this on my own,” she tells me. I watch as she slams her brave face firmly in place before hopping up to get in the shower.
While Carly gets in the shower, I slip into the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. Waiting for the coffee to brew, my phone on the counter pings with an incoming text message. It’s from Styx.
Styx: Noon. The Facility.
I fire back a quick acknowledgement while the coffee percolates. My mind races as I try to determine what Styx’s summons means. Could we be getting ready for the big job? The one that has the FBI chomping at the bit and foaming at the mouth to get their hands on? That must be it. It’s the only thing I can think of that would warrant a summons from the man one step above me in this organization.
With a cup of steaming coffee in each hand, I slip into the bathroom just as Carly is shutting off the water. Water cascades down her body as she reaches for the towel hanging on the hook. All I can think about is her wrapping those long, lean legs around my neck as I ravish her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says with a coy smile.
I set our cups down on the counter before taking her wet body in my arms. “Are you sure about meeting your dad this morning?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I need to hear what he’s going to say. Maybe he’ll be able to shed some light about why I was led to believe he was dead for over twenty years,” she says with a small smile. Little does she know that it’s one of the main reasons why I’m not fighting her to go. I’d really like to know why the fuck he sent her and her mother away, as well. “Thank you for offering to go with me,” she mumbles against my lips.
“So, I was thinking, I have to go into work for a bit around noon. What if I run and get Nat from your mother while you go meet your dad. Then she’ll already be here when you get done with your breakfast with Roman.”
“You’d do that?” she asks, clearly surprised at my idea.
“Of course I would. You should be home before I have to go to work. It gives me time to hang out with the munchkin for a bit,” I say, honestly excited about the prospect of hanging out with Nat for a bit this morning.
“That would be alright,” she says while she wraps her arms around my neck, towel dropping into a heap at our feet.
“Now you’re never gonna make it to breakfast,” I mumble before claiming her lips with my own. She tastes like mint, which reminds me that I have yet to brush my teeth. Keeping the kiss PG despite the fine-ass naked woman pressed against me is a challenge, but I manage. I dress quickly and take care of brushing my teeth while Carly dabs a little make-up on her beautiful face. Honestly, she doesn’t need any of that shit. She has a natural beauty that most women only dream about with her olive skin and long, dark eyelashes. She’s a walking, talking wet dream. And for two years, she was my wet dream. Now, she’s the living thing.
Slipping on pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of pumps, Carly walks over to her closet and removes a soft, pale blue cashmere sweater. She looks every bit the stylish beauty as she frets with her outfit. She appears nervous as she adjusts the sweater, lightly pulling and moving it as if it wasn’t perfect already.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her, saddling myself up behind her and pulling her into my arms.
“I don’t know. I just…I don’t know what he’s going to tell me. I guess it’s just the fear of the unknown, you know? Like what if he tells me that he doesn’t want to be a part of my life? Not that he was a part of it before, but what if there is no relationship to start? What if he wants to go on with his life as if I don’t exist?” Carly gnaws on her plump lower lip with her teeth.
“Then, we’ll deal with it. I’m not about to guess what Roman Hernandez is thinking, babe. The only way to find out is to meet him and hear him out.”
“What if he wants a relationship now? What if he suddenly wants to be my father, but I’m still too pissed to allow that to happen? Do I just walk away?”
“I can’t answer that for you. Being angry with him is okay, Carly. Go hear him out and maybe it’ll help bring you peace and closure. If he wants a relationship with you, you don’t have to jump into it today. Take it slow and see where it goes,” I tell her.