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“Not this carefully. The things I want to do to you, you need to be prepared for. And if I find out that BOB has helped you to come tonight, the next time I see you, I’ll insert him into your pussy as I slowly sodomize you.” Her gasp fills the space between us. “Is that understood?”
“I can never really tell if your threats are punishments or rewards.”
“Clever girl. I think you know they’re designed to be both.”
“You’re so deviant,” she whispers.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Indigo.”
As we say our goodbyes, I give a final instruction.
“While you’re falling asleep, think of my mouth. Think about how I’m going to kiss you the next time I see you.”
“I always do,” she whispers.
54
Indigo
“I’m so fucking nervous,” I mutter into the phone as the cab driver eyes me from the rearview mirror as we drive into Garrett Park, one of the most exclusive of DC’s suburbs and not a place that I visit often.
The streets are lined with tall metal gates flanked by even taller hedges of dark green. As I glance through the bars of one of them, a humongous chateau-like mansion hidden in the gloom behind the gate looms forth, vanishing like a ghost as we drive by it.
“Fuck, I suddenly wish I smoked,” I groan as the driver watches me some more.
“You’ll be fine,” reassures Fran. “Moms love you. They get all protective over you.”
“Yeah, well, apparently his mom is quite the bitch. He already told me she’s gonna hate the hair.”
“God, is she one of those?” Fran groans. “Why does he even want you to meet them?”
“I don’t know. The guy acts like he’s feeling his way through a relationship for the first time and trying to figure out what to do. Apparently, he wants them to know we’re together, or otherwise, we’ll be hiding forever or something. It all sounds a bit dramatic.”
“Greyson really doesn’t strike me as being the melodramatic type. Maybe he knows something you don’t.”
“I guess so,” I sigh.
My heart hammers against my ribcage as we turn into a quiet street, which from the map that I checked out earlier, is only a few streets away from the Everitt house. I just hope the thing isn’t a mansion like Grey’s place.
Despite my gung-ho attitude about this dinner on the phone, reality has now sunken in like a lead balloon and I’m currently so nervous that I could still probably float away into the clouds from all the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
The thought of that paint thrown on the door certainly hasn’t helped my anxiety. Through serendipitous timing, they installed the new heavy-duty door this afternoon. Grey wanted to come and oversee it but I told him not to. I know I should tell him about what happened, but if I do, our entire relationship will be about this and I don’t want that. I’ve already lost enough time. Plus, the police told me there’d been a spate of vandalisms in the street these past few weeks. Maybe it was just some piece of shit wanting to cause trouble…
“Well, it’s a good thing that he wants to introduce you,” she suggests.
“Yeah, I guess so. He’s usually so in control, but when it comes to his parents, it’s like he loses himself. He becomes this different person almost—closed off and secretive. I can literally see the walls coming down around him. I honestly feel like this whole thing is some test of whether he can feel like a human around them.”
“Well, you know what he’s like. He’s basically a very hot caveman in a suit. He’s probably not used to introducing women to his family.”
“He told me he’d never done it before, other than that woman they wanted him to marry, but they knew her since she was a child, apparently.”
“Well, just don’t let them walk all over you.”
“I won’t. Though I warned Grey I might have to get drunk.”
Fran sniggers. “Girl, I've been there. Getting drunk won’t help you. It’ll only make the nerves worse.”
“The dead fucking crow didn’t help with that.”
