Page 74 of Cinder
Bambi grins. And then she squeals. “I knew it. Mya was right. She’s got such a good instinct for these things.”
“You guys are getting ahead of yourselves,” I say, laughing because I’m finding it hard not to get swept up in her effervescence.
“No point dilly-dallying when you know something is gonna happen,” she singsongs.
“Nothing is going to happen.”
But as soon as I say the words, even I know it’s a lie.
It feels like something is happening between us.
The problem is, I don’t really know what it is.
No. The real problem is you aren’t who you say you are, and once this all comes to light, everything will blow up in your face.
If you’re still alive.
“You didn’t need to tell the others to stay away from Lars,” I reiterate.
“Don’t be silly. You’re one of us now. And that means we’ve got your back.”
She lets go of my hands and gives me a big, sunny grin.
And then she hugs me.
One of those tight, squeezy hugs.
And surprisingly, I find myself hugging her right back.
Because there is a lot of comfort in her hug. And right now, it’s exactly what I need.
At the endof my shift, I decide to find Lars and give him back the money. I pass Mya in the foyer, and she lets me know she saw Lars on his way to his room.
When I get there, the door is ajar. I knock, but there is no answer. I can see the nightstand by his bed.
I mean, would it be so bad if I snuck in and put the money on his nightstand?
I knock again, but there is no answer.
Fuck it.
I push the door open and make my way toward the nightstand, but something moves in the corner of my eye, and when I turn to see what it is, I see Lars, completely naked as he towels himself off after a shower.
I gasp, and our eyes connect.
And then mine drop to the massive cock swinging between his legs.
Sweet Mary and Joseph.
I spin around and try to make my escape. “I’m so sorry.”
“Ella…” He says my name, and it’s deep and velvety, and makes me stop before I reach the door.
He comes up behind me, and I’m surrounded in all that cock—I meanheat—and I squeeze my eyes closed, but the vision of a naked Lars dripping wet from the shower and his huge cock hanging between his legs is seared into my mind.
And now he’s right behind me, and my body is humming with a million different sensations shooting off like fireworks. Most of them between my legs.
Move.
