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Chapter25
Get your tits out
Jake
Oriana doesn’t answer when I knock on the door. She’s been in there for the duration of the flight, and I haven’t seen her. I thought I would give her some space, not realizing she was a nervous flyer.
I probably should have asked her the question.
But this is all new to me.
Not once in my life have I had a romantic relationship with someone.
I fuck.
And I like to fuck.
I’m even good at fucking.
But this—she—is all new to me.
I’m not sure exactly where the shift came from or when I started wanting her for more than sex. But it’s there, heavy as all fuck, like a massive burden and it is all her. How would I take it if she chose not to see me again? I would try to respect her decision, but fuck, that would be hard.
Knocking again, I wait for Oriana to answer before pushing the door open. I find her sprawled out over the bed—her hair a wild mess having fallen out from her bun—and sound asleep. Stepping closer, I touch her leg. “Oriana.” She doesn’t move. I sit on the bed next to her and gently shake her shoulder. “Oriana…”
She stirs, and when she does, her top shifts, and her breasts fall out.
Fuck.
“Oriana,” I say again, louder now. She opens her eyes and stretches. “Your tits are out.” She looks down and automatically pulls up her shirt. Rising to sit, she reaches to the other side of the bed and picks up her bra, and slides it on underneath her shirt, doing that girly thing they do when putting on or pulling off a bra using the shirt for modesty.
“I can’t sleep with my bra on. They dig in,” she says quietly, getting up. “Are we there?”
“We are,” I answer and sit for a moment as she sweeps out of the room. I hear Maria’s voice, so I stand and go out to greet her. Both ladies turn to me and walk up the aisle.
“I didn’t realize you were bringing company on this trip,” Maria comments.
“Yes. Maria, meet Oriana.” I wave my hand at Maria. “Maria is my cousin,” I tell Oriana, then add, “And my assistant.”
“Oh, nice to meet you.” Oriana offers her hand, but Maria ignores it. “Well, okay then.”
“You didn’t say you were bringing anyone. Does she know why we’re here?” Maria asks.
“Say fucking hello, Maria.” I nod to Oriana.
Maria looks to Oriana and gives her the wort half-assed “Hello,” then her focus is back on me. “Happy now? One of the parties has already started. Is she accompanying you? And if so, she can’t wear that.” She nods at what Oriana is wearing.
“Did you bring a dress?” I ask Maria.
“I did.”
“Good, give it to her.”
“That’s my dress,” she argues.
“Now it’s Oriana’s,” I bite back to her. She is the only woman I fight this much with. I think she secretly likes it. But Maria is good, and family. It’s why I didn’t fire her ass long ago.
“I don’t have to wear your dress,” Oriana says to Maria, then she turns to me. “Don’t make Maria give me her dress. It’s hers.”
