“No.” Who is this guy? “What is your room filled with?”
He stirred a little. “Spray paint mainly.”
“You do graffiti?”
“No.”
He said that too quickly. He’s lying again. But why lie?
I considered the pipe themed in the Cuban flag. “Are you Cuban?”
“Do you not work for Cubans? That must be pretty hard in Miami.”
I ignored his question. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
“What type of Cuban name is Sheep?”
“It’s my father’s name. I’m half Cuban, and—”
“What type of doctor are you?”
He stiffened. “A special one.”
“What type of special doctor has an art supply room full of spray paint?”
“You’re not letting me answer the questions, and you haven’t even seen the supply room.”
I placed my hands on my hips. “You said it would have anything I desired. What’s really going on here?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
My gut swelled with unease. I scanned the area again—roses, chocolates, flowers, and a lip licking man under the stars. Coco’s voice rang in my head.
“Remember. We stick together. We don’t separate. Just because they’re smoking weed, doesn’t mean they always keep their drug use natural. There could be crack heads in there, waiting to rape a high female.”
I walked around him and hurried to the door. “I’m going to have to say no to the commission. Sorry. Thanks for everything.”
“Why?”
I gripped the door, ready to rush out if he came any closer. “Goodnight, Dr. . .Sheep.”
His deep voice surrounded me. “Please, give me more of your time? I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Sorry, you know how the story goes.” I turned around and gave him an innocent wink. “I have to get to grandmother’s house. She’s probably super worried.”
“Maybe you should wait. I have Pierre bringing up another bag of some really good ganja. You could take your friend some.”
“No way. The wolf told Red to pick flowers, just so he could run interception, eat grandma, and put on her clothes.”
“He was a smart wolf.”
“But then the wolf ate Red.”
“Why, my dear Red.” His voice darkened to a hot, wicked tone. “Do I look like I would eat you?”
A shiver ran down my back. And it wasn’t nervousness. It was the sort of sensation that only a burning need could incite. Sighing, I turned back and opened the door. “Yes. You do look like you would eat me.”
“And I bet you would enjoy every second. I’m as hungry as a wolf.”
Oh my.
“Goodnight, Dr. Sheep.” I headed out the door.
“Hold on, Red.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “What?”
“My name isn’t Dr. Sheep.”
“Gee, really? Is it Sir Elephant or Captain Caterpillar?”
“No.” He frowned as if he was unhappy about confessing it. “My name is Wolf, and you asked what I do, I used to be where you were. I’m the one who made your path possible. You ever heard that name out in the street?”
Wolf. It can’t be. Wolf. No way. No one knows what he looks like. Anyone could lie.
I shook my head and laughed. “I don’t believe you. Goodnight, Unknown Man who has a thing for animal names.”
And just like that, I left.
Chapter 5
The rush into the woods.
Wolf
Fuck. She doesn’t believe me. She really thinks I’m lying. Well, I’ve been lying the whole time. She probably thinks my name should be little boy blue, instead of Wolf. That’s what I get for blowing my horn with the whole Dr. Sheep joke.
I yanked out my phone and ignored my very, hard cock, which sat sad in my pants. It was eager to be in the presence of Red again.
“Let’s see if I can gobble up grandma and take her place, before Red gets there.” I typed into my phone.
Me: Hey, are you with those two women, Pierre asked you to keep busy for me?
Tito: Yes. I was just going to text you. One of them is rather vocal about seeing her friend. The really hot one. I feel like she’s a bit violent. She’s smiled while making some very serious threats to my scrotum.
Me: Then, be careful. I don’t want anyone creeping them out.
Tito: Got you. Either way, she wants me to take her to the roof.
Me: Go ahead.
Tito: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. Just take them through the house. The longest way possible. Take the back way.
Tito: Why am I doing this again?
Me: You know why?
Tito: The girl with the red hair?
Me: The woman with the red hair.
Tito: lol. Okay.
Me: I need you to do something else.
Tito: I don’t think I’m going to like this.
Me: Grab the violent one’s phone. And don’t say you can’t. I’ve watched you steal over a hundred wallets and other things back in the day. Hand the phone to Pierre. He’ll be heading your way as you take Red’s friends to the roof.
Tito: You’re making me worried.
Me: Usually, that’s a good thing.
I switched over to Pierre’s name on my contact list, told him to get the phone from Tito, and bring it to me as soon as possible. It was only then, when I finally opened the door, rushed down the stairs, and headed to my own private gallery on a quiet section of my penthouse.