And soon, she was walking beside me in the hallway, form swaying gently. Her eyes went wide as we ventured deeper and deeper into the prison, the hallways poorly lit with ghastly fluorescent lighting, casting everything in an institutional shade of green. As we passed some of the other inmates, I had the urge to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. This was no place for a sweet female to be.
Soon, however, we were at the kitchen. As I suspected, it was empty this time of day.
“Here we are, sweetheart,” I gestured to the place. “Make yourself comfortable.” It was embarrassing for sure, nothing like my penthouse kitchen back in NYC. The place was dismal with appliances from the Stone Age, grimy cabinets etched with carvings and a peeling, linoleum countertop. Plus, there was the smell. Everything in prison has this weird smell, like a cross between rotting eggs and bleach. Fuck.
But Laney pretended not to notice.
“This is nice,” she said politely, nodding her head. “So Mr. Evercore, for our research would you mind telling me a bit about it?”
“Sure,” I answered in my thick drawl. “Or even better. Do you think I have time to make us a quick meal? Showing can be better than telling sometimes.”
“Oh um.” The girl blushed even harder. Laney was being extra shy today. Was she embarrassed about what we had done last week? Or was it something else? It was almost like she was holding back, trying to keep her distance. Maybe she was embarrassed, shy, or even scared for some reason. After all, I was an inmate, a real-life convicted felon. That’d be enough to put anyone on edge.
“It’ll only take twenty minutes,” I said smoothly, already rummaging through the fridge for some ingredients. “Do you cook?” I asked in a more casual tone, trying to help her unwind. The female was much too tense, her nerves almost palpable.
She nodded but didn’t say much.
“What’s your favorite food?” came my drawl. That was an easy question. Surely, she’d open up now.
“Pizza,” the girl admitted with a shy smile. “With lots of veggies as toppings.”
“Perfect,” I rumbled. “Because that’s exactly what I’m making. Do you like spinach as well?”
“Love it.”
“Then it seems like we have similar tastes,” came my low, reassuring growl.
And shit, this was like a date. I felt like I was entertaining a female guest, someone that I wanted to impress even though all I had was this shitty prison kitchen and my hands. But you’ve gotta make the best of the situation, so I rolled out the dough like a master.
“It’s really not all that hard to cook,” came my rumble. “I used to think that it was a waste of time, but it’s actually pretty fun. Way back when, I had a kitchen fit for a master, and never stepped foot inside,” was my ironic drawl.
She nodded, smiling a bit.
“I bet a lot of things have changed for you since coming to San Nemo.”
And surprisingly, we made easy chit chat, working away in the kitchen. Laney put her purse on the table before beginning to chop veggies. Delicately, the girl sliced and diced, handling everything with care and poise. Wow. Even doing the most normal things, the girl was sexy. How I’d love to get down with her, right here, right now.
But she was opening up, slowly but surely, and the time wasn’t right. It’d come around soon enough, but not at the present moment.
“You could say that life’s changed since arriving at the San Nemo,” I rumbled, spreading the sauce along the surface of the dough. “But not all of it is bad. You’d be surprised at how much you can learn here.”
She nodded, expression thoughtful.
“I’ve already learned so much myself,” were her soft words, meeting my eyes fully then. “So much more than I hoped.”
Aw fuck. Was she telling me that she loved getting her pussy licked? Good, because it’ll come again, sweetheart. Just you wait.
But I wanted to know more about the girl, what made her laugh, what made her tick, what made her happy and sad, so I forced myself to stay on course.
“So tell me about yourself,” was my command. Our gazes met intently, something stirring deep inside. “Tell me about you this time around. You already know so much about me.”
She flushed.
“W-What do you want to know, Mr. Evercore?”
My brows quirked.
“Anything, sweetheart. Tell me anything you like.” Those tiny fingers laid out tomato slices on the pizza, deft and sure. And oh shit, but the female was leaning over slightly, tits nearly spilling out of her blouse.
My body hardened, unable to resist the call. God. I wanted to remain civil, letting her chat a bit about the things that mattered. But shit, this was difficult. If only she could see how she looked, giant rump round and luscious, those big boobs out as she walked around the kitchen.