Page 106 of Treason's Temptation
I blew the smoke in the air, my neck reclining against the sofa.
I had calmed down, but my stance on the subject hadn’t changed in the days that followed. Each day that passed, Navie waited, expecting me to treat her differently. I didn’t because nothing changed. Not when it came to her, but it felt like shelooked at me differently. Maybe she didn’t notice, or she was just that used to pretending she was okay when shit was fucked up.
“You got something on your chest, get it off,” I urged.
“What?”
“You know what, Blue. Let me have it.”
She paused, chin down glaring at me like how the fuck did I know that.
“I’m not mad, but you really hurt my feelings,” she admitted.
“More,” I insisted, because she was still holding back.
“Why the fuck would you think I’m still in love with him? That’s what you really think . . . of me? After everything I’ve shown you, that’s the bullshit you let fly out of your mouth! I wanted so bad to keep that shit to myself, but I didn’t because I love your stupid ass. Maybe I do have a thing for ain’t shit nigga’s cuz you fuckin’ tried it.”
I earned it, so I didn’t take offense or crack a smile, no matter how cute she looked, cursing me out. Otherwise, I really would’ve been in the doghouse with no release date.
“Sounds like you’re staying after the election?”
She frowned, rolling her eyes, “You have a lot more to show and prove.”
Tropical Storm Iris forced the city to slow down, giving me time to prove myself. It didn’t cause as much damage as predicted, but it gave me uninterrupted time at home. Up until this point, we’d only experienced each other in measured doses. Navie joked that one of us wouldn’t survive. Here we were on day three and were both still breathing.
“It’s past your bedtime,” Navie yawned, interrupting the smooth sound of Miles Davis.
“Duty calls, Blue.”
“So does sleep.”
“I’ve gotten more rest in the last few days than I have in years. I’m good.”
“I’m not. We’re out of snacks because you didn’t go to the store.”
“I’m running a campaign and protecting Madison Pointe from bad guys.Youdidn’t go to the store, fat ass.”
“You’re not the only one busy,” Navie frowned, marching further into my office, “Fallon emails me every day with a new request, and don’t get me started onDorothy. I haven’t even had time to get my hair done.”
“Yeah, you need to take care of that shit.” Navie flipped me her middle finger as she hopped on the edge of my desk and crossed her ankles.
“What are we going to eat?”
“Order whatever you want.”
“It’s a monsoon outside. How insensitive are you?”
“If we don’t order, they don’t work. Consider it pouring back into the economy.”
“It’s okay not to have a response every once in a while.”
“I’m a politician. Ihaveto have a response. Now put that credit card to use.”
“What do you want?”
I smirked, my ideas gliding from the ink on my notepad. Navie opened the drawer, pulled out my stash of Gummy Bears, and helped herself while tapping on her phone.
“More Gummy Bears. You got the rest.”
