Page 323 of Vicious Saint
“Absolutely.” Her mom winks. “But you’ll be getting in, no doubt.”
Theory reassures Hendrix right after, and I offer mine in the form of a kiss to the side of her head.
A cell phone ringing interrupts the kumbaya, coming straight from the pocket of Hendrix’s mother.
She silences it with a smile, trying to keep the conversation about her daughter going. “Do you know what you’ll be wearing yet? If not, us girls can totally go shopping tomorrow. Make it a whole day.”
The fact this lady has no idea Hendrix has been debating between two outfits for a week goes to show how little she’s been paying attention.
“I’ve decided on a pale blue power suit and heels.”
“Hell yeah.” Theory whistles. “You looked so hot in that one, babe. Like a real bad bitch.”
She’s not wrong, Hendrix in a short blazer and tight pants licking the curves of her figure is sexy as fuck. My little Jimi knew exactly what she was doing strutting in that one for me.
It’s why I had her sweet ass bent over the bed to fuck her in it.
“How about your hair?”
“I’m thinkin’ pulled back in a tight bun.”
Fucking, shit. This girl is killing me.
As discreetly as my jeans will allow, I adjust my hardening dick, then refocus my attention on the glass of bourbon my father ordered for me.
I’m mid sip when my sister groans. “Curtain bangs?”
“Curtained,obviously,” Hendrix says, leaving me stuck with the image of her on her knees with those green eyes behind them.
“Sounds perfect.” Hendrix’s mother speaks, and for once I’m semi relieved. Even more when her phone rings for the second time, cutting the conversation. “Sorry.” She winces, ignoring it again, and I can see the frustration in Hendrix’s eyes.
“Why do you refuse to answer calls in front of me?” she snaps. “Who is it?”
“Spam calls, baby. I don’t know how they got my number.”
Hendrix calls bullshit, and I hate knowing she has every right.
“You’re such a damn liar,” Hendrix snaps again, then looks over at her aunt for some support, but ends up scolding her too when she stays quiet. “Real nice.” She shakes her head, then regards my dad. “And what about you? Gonna keep lying to your son too?”
You can bet your ass when I shift in my seat this time, it has nothing to do with being a horny piece of shit.
Just a piece of shit.
Three more days, motherfucker.
Keep your mouth shut and let her get past this interview in peace.
“Signorina…” the Italian, for the first time in fucking months, doesn’t piss me off when he interrupts us from the hallway, holding out Hendrix’s coat. Where she takes her time glaring at the adults around the table before responding to him that she’s coming.
“You’re leaving?” June asks, yet another thing about Hendrix she has no clue about.
“Carlo’s taking me to his favorite gelato spot.” She pins her mother with a tight smile. “You know…as a pre-celebratory meal.”
Usually I’d have bitched that she’s going anywhere without me, but after last night, and since it’s with her Italian, I fought the urge to lock the guy in The Pit for the next three days.
And decided on following them, instead.
See?Progress.
