Sure enough, the second I rush to fix the mess she just unleashed, I see him near the box, those deep brown eyes of his sliding right on my form.
My heart slams just once, but it rattles my entire chest no less, stealing my breath, flipping my stomach wildly.
The fuck is wrong with me? Since when am I into uniforms?
“Told you,” she snickers as we fall into line for work. “Girl, you better drag that man to the south-side bathroom and let him have his way. I mean, look at him. He has to be a great fuck.”
Yeah, he probably is.
He looks even better today. Not sure how when there’s nothing noticeably different. He’s wearing the exact same uniform, his dark, short hair styled the very same. Maybe it’s his posture? He seems more at ease and completely sure of himself, hands clasped before him casually as he drags his stare away from me to continue sweeping around the room.
I feel the loss immediately like someone’s thrown a bucket of water on the flame licking within the tight confines of my belly, but it’s also the first time since stepping out here that I’m able to fill my lungs with air. I’d literally stopped breathing at the force of his gaze, holding my breath—just waiting and watching.
“It should be illegal to be that good-looking,” Lena continues, eyeing him appreciatively.
Him? A bad boy? I nearly laugh out loud. He doesn’t exactly scream the boy next door, but he’s definitely no Áng—
Nope.
NOPE.
Not going there. Four years later, and that heartless, selfish bastard still has the power to cross my mind. I shut it down every time and remind myself that I’m in here because of him, despite what he told me the day he came to visit. He doesn’t deserve a place in any of my thoughts. Shit, I know I don’t have one in his. I have no doubt he’s forgotten all about me by now.
“Don’t do that to him. Orange doesn’t look like his color,” I quip, banishing him from my thoughts while still staring at Bala like some lovesick teenager just discovering the opposite sex.
Selena hums and gives me a little shake of her head. “The only color you need to worry about is all that delicious caramel he’s hiding beneath that uniform.”
Fuck.
My.
Life.
The vision her words spur on? Ay, Papá Dios en el cielito, ayudame. Dear God in Heaven, help me. All I can see is me ripping that tight-ass navy shirt right down the middle, buttons popping off and clattering to the dirty bathroom floor... My hands running down his torso.
To his belt.
“All right, ladies.” Walker’s voice cuts through my very obscene musing, hushed conversations resounding in the background. “As always, when your name is called, line up accordingly. CO Jordan is escorting those of you on work release. Job assignments are with me and CO Bala.”
Just the sound of his last name wrings my insides. Knowing he’s assisting with job assignments, though? That tiny little fact puts me right on the edge.
Why?
Because we line up alphabetically by last names and I’m always last, which means that, considering he’s still training, he’s definitely not leading the line. Walker’s going to throw him in the back, rightbefuckinghind me.
And that’s exactly how it goes down.
Less than five minutes later, we’re on the move, trailing the Annex halls to drop everyone off at their pointed assignments. All the while, I can feel the silent perusal of his stare every few moments. They’re like lasers searing a perfect trail along my skin, rousing me to peek back at him.
Do it. You know you want to.
Damn those little voices in my head, always making me do things I shouldn’t be doing.
As subtle as possible, I let my hair fall over my shoulder and peer at him from my peripheral. What I see is not at all what I expected.
He’s staring at my ass.
Yeah, you read that right.
The man is a good three feet away from me, his stride perfectly in time with the rest of the line. But his eyes? They’re watching my ass jiggle with each step I take.
My cheeks heat, but I’m blasted with a sense of confidence I haven’t felt in a long time. Don’t get it twisted: I’m confident, but this rush right here, that heat you feel ignite in your veins because of a man?
I haven’t felt that since… Well, you know.
Like yesterday morning, he must feel the burn of my stare because from one moment to the next, said stare locks with mine. Then it widens anxiously, more still when the corners of my mouth quirk in a small—yet still suggestive—smile.
Yeah, I saw you, Bala.
It hits me right about then that I don’t know his name. I mean, why would I? Inmates aren’t meant to know CO’s on a first-name basis. After Ángel, though, a detail that small is a pretty big deal for me.
Flicking my gaze to his tag, I take in the small first name on the bottom right.
Andrés. Andrés Bala.
Damn, even his name is sexy.
My lips curl, interests piqued all the more now that I have a name to match the fine face that kept me up all night. “Andrés, huh?”
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Her tongue caresses every single letter in my name.
Hearing it is one thing—but feeling it? Fuck. That sensuous, decadent purr goes straight to my dick, bursting like an atomic bomb through each limb from there.
Her voice is sexy as hell, a fact that only adds to the problem she already presents for me. It was bad enough yesterday, but now that I know what she sounds like, what she could sound like if I ever got her beneath me?
Jesus Christ, I’m so fucked.
There’s not a doubt in my mind I’m going to be hearing that voice in my head all day long—likely all night too. Yeah, tonight is going to suck balls. Mack assured me I’d be out
