For fuck’s sake, she was the younger sister of my enemy. I should feed her to the wolves, wash my hands of her, but I wasn’t like her brothers.
“You’re bedroom? Are we going to have sex?” she asked in a flirty tone, and blinking weirdly.
“No,” I hissed, nudging her to move forward so I could close the goddamn door.
“Are you angry with me?” She stumbled and nearly fell on her face.
Jesus, she couldn’t even walk straight. “Take your shoes off before you break your neck.”
“See, you are angry. Grumpy, angry Jefe.” She swiped tears off her face.
Oh, hell. Some people were angry or stupidly funny drunks, but Miss Silvia was a crying drunk.
“I’m not angry.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Are so. What did I do wrong?” She slipped her heels off, then proceeded to take the dress off.
“Wait,” I said, but not loud enough for her to hear me. The dress rolled down her lithe body and fell at her bare feet.
I exhaled a deep breath, my cock jumping to attention and straining to break through my zipper. Black cheeky underwear, my fucking favorite. Thank God, she had a bra on.
“I’m so tired. Can I sleep?”
“Please do.” I waved my hand toward my king-sized bed. Interacting with her was making me like her more and more.
Liking her wasn’t okay. Tomorrow, she’d be gone, and I would never think about her again.
“Thank you. Just gotta shut my eyes.” She crawled onto the bed, pointing her ass in my direction. Showing me what I could have if I just took it. I wouldn’t, of course.
I believed in consent, and made sure my crew got the green light before fucking anyone. But maybe a hangaround like Carlos didn’t know all the rules. I needed to fix that.
From my vantage point by the door, I took pleasure watching her situate herself on the mattress. She snuggled against a pillow, hiking her knee up to it. What I wouldn’t do to sink my teeth into her meaty flesh.
Tan thick thighs.
Round squeezable ass.
Fuck me.
She wasn’t only beautiful and sexy, she was sweet, so sweet, I felt a cavity forming.
Just gotta shut my eyes, where the last words she said before she was out. I went over and covered her partially naked body with the quilt my abuela made for me when I was a baby.
The fact that I was letting Silvia use it should freak the shit out of me. Nobody touched my blanket but my abuela, my mom, and me.
Silvia was burrowing into my soul fast. That was some scary shit. How could my resistance be weakening after one day? Stuff like this didn’t happen to me. I had thick-ass walls made of steel. Loved my single life.
Mama Virgie might have been right when she said, “Mijo, when the right girl comes along you won’t be able to stop true love.”
“Good night, Chiquita.” I almost kissed her forehead but refrained. “I’ll be back.”
I need a minute away from her. While I was out, I could also get her some water, aspirin, and a bowl of menudo, the best hangover soup ever. A garbage can would be good too; in case she threw up.
Locking the door behind, I went to the bar and searched for Letty, who I had left in charge of Silvia. The girl had failed me. She shouldn’t have let her drink so much.
“Everything okay, Prez?”
I glared at Quino. “You saw what happened, you tell me.”
