Page 15 of Blinded By The Sun
King
The next morning I’m woken up by Bobby. He instructs me to take a shower, wear the clothes that his boss left out for me and to meet him in the kitchen. I do what I am told and now, here I am in clothing too big for me to be sporting but the plus side is, I’m not naked.
Bobby smiles up at me and invites me to sit down at the kitchen island. “Come eat, because we’ve got a long day today, King. Boss is making me take you to the salon to get your,” he stops and shakes his head. “bird’s nest of hair washed. His words, not mine. Also,Poutinemade the bed smell like a wet dog, so he wants that entire room spotless.”
“Are we doing that?” I ask, just out of mere curiosity.
Bobby chokes on the coffee he is drinking. He coughs and I stand, coming over to him to pat him on the back. After he settles down, he looks at me. “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” I say and I go back to my stool.
“Why would we clean the Boss’s room? That’s so weird and odd. Did you clean rooms back at your uncle’s… establishment?” Bobby asks.
I snicker. “You can call it a brothel or whore house or even a club. It is what it is.” I shrug.
“Hmm. Oh okay. Well.” Bobby says, stuffing almost a whole pancake in his mouth.
“But yeah, I had to clean because I wasn’t sleeping with any of the men. My uncle made me clean all the rooms, I’ve cleaned some disgusting things, man.”
Bobby widens his eyes. “You didn’t have to have sex with anybody? That’s new. So then, how did you come about being here and sleeping with Boss?”
I sigh. “I started last week and the first couple of dudes weren’t too bad, I guess. I was okay with them, they made me comfortable, but the one dude that came the night Ciro was there. I was not having it. I threatened to shoot my brains out.”
Bobby chuckles. “Were you going to do it?”
“Yes, I was so serious, but then my uncle. who is scared shitless of your boss traded me in so he could live.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” he says.
My heart beats at the apology to me. I’m not into Bobby or anything, but that’s the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. “Thank you.”
We say nothing but smile at each other. It’s like I’ve finally found a friend. One who isn’t trying to get into my panties or trying to make me show them the tricks I’ve learned but not completed at the brothel. Before I could open my mouth to ask about him, I hear a bark and turn to seePoutinerunning towards me full on. I didn’t have time to brace myself as he jumps on me and we fall to the floor.
I don’t have time to speak asPoutinelicks my face. “Not the face. Not the face!” I end up giggling, not able to control my laughter.
“Tine…” Ciro calls out to him in a firm voice.Poutinewhimpers and stops licking me but he takes a seat right on top of me like he belongs there. “I know damn well you’re not ignoring me,Tine.”
“Hi,Poutine.” I say to him and pet him. I think this might be my new favorite thing. “Can I get up? You’re kinda heavy.” I admit.
Poutinebarks but gets off me. I stand up and fix my stool. Once I’m seated, I realize that Ciro hasn’t left the room. He’s fixing himself a plate. I watch him in amazement. People of his caliber do that? Ciro takes a seat and begins eating. I tilt my head. So, he’s human then? He behaves like a god amongst men but seeing him eat makes him normal to me somehow. Ciro reaches out without looking up and pulls on one of the two flat braids I put my hair in.
“This is cute and secure for me to tug on.” He tugs harder this time. “Does it hurt?”
“No, sir.” I say.
Ciro smirks. “Good. Now, why isPoutinegetting a greeting in the morning but I’m not?” My eyes widen. I turn to look at Bobby, who coughs, masking his laughter. “Don’t look at Bobby, look at me.”
I face him. His piercing eyes take me captive. My entire face heats and I can feel that my face is growing hot. “Hi, Ciro.”
Ciro gives me a boyish grin, and I think this is how women fall for wicked men. This has to be because my heart is pounding inside my chest from the simple smile. “Ciro, huh?” He inquires. He shakes his head and turns to Bobby. “Run me the numbers again about how many men are on the property? I feel like I didn’t see them all while I was doing my morning run and walking this fatty.”
Poutinebarks and Ciro shakes his head.
“Let me see…” Bobby starts.
“There should be about 15 of your men on your property.” I say, but then catch myself and cover my mouth. “Sorry.”
Ciro cocks his brow. “15? How do you know?”
