Page 44 of Matteo

The waitress took my order, and I guessed at what Rain might like. Personally, I preferred a flavored Red Bull but settled on getting her something fancy sounding a with a few pumps of syrup and topped with whipped cream.

I paid and arrived at her door, taking a deep breath before I knocked. The Corsican that was living and breathing inside of my brain didn’t stir. I only exhaled the moment she cautiously parted the door.

Surprise registered on her face. “Agent Zacharra? It’s early, is something wrong?”

“I..whaannnn….” I’d began to stutter out of nowhere. “Fuck…”

The door opened wider, and she offered me a tiny smile as her eyes flickered over the coffee in my hands. “Is this for me?”

“Yes.”

Rain still had on pajamas, silky brown pants and a silky brown top that nearly matched her skin tone.

I was grateful as she allowed me over the threshold as I handed the coffee over to her. She had some music playing, and I knew without a doubt, it was a boyband.

“Baaackstreet Boooyys?” I stammered again, frustration rising in my body.

She had me fucking stuttering and I knew I needed to calm down. That it was just nerves…

As she sipped the coffee a dab of whipped cream landed on her nose, leaving her oblivious. Her brow quirked itself but didn’t comment on my stuttering. “They help put me in a good mood. Anything else you need to know?”

Yeah, tell me how you like your pussy licked…

Blushing, I turned away and surveyed her living room some more. On the coffee table, some incense was burning and there was a rolled up blunt resting comfortably. Tarot cards were also decorating the table, in a pattern I didn’t quite understand.

“Is this why you’re being semi-nice?” I drank my own coffee and pointed to the marijuana.

Rain rolled her eyes before prancing past me with her lips wrapped around the straw and whipped cream still decorating her nose.

“Gonna arrest me?”

I sighed, wanting to try again. This woman wouldn’t give me an inch. “No. Of course not. And it’s legal for private use…”

She grinned up at me and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting my own coffee down on the stand, I dashed into her kitchen. Tearing loose a piece of paper towel, I returned.

Leaning over her, our eyes locked, and the tension returned. It was as if a mini hurricane had started somewhere, and it wanted to consume me.

Her.

Us.

Her tone had turned breathy. “What are you doing?”

Slowly, I dabbed the whipped cream away. “Just cleaning up a little mess on a pretty canvas.”

She shook her head. “You’re like, so cheesy.”

Stepping away, I tossed the paper towel in the trash bin and finally took a seat. By then she’d gathered up her tarot cards. She began to shuffle them all while making eye contact with me.

“Agent Zacharra?”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her hands, as if I were mesmerized. Slowly, they shuffled the thin cards. One by one, it was as if time had slowed down and I could feel that buzzing at the base of my neck.

Fuck her on this couch,my dark entity whispered.

No,I shook my head trying to make him go away.

You’re no fucking fun,I could feel him grinning.

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