Page 100 of Pervade Montego Bay
“I’m sure they’re processing a photo,” I reassured him.
Xavier rested his forehead against the door. “Em?”
“The light will ruin it,” Louis called out.
Xavier growled in frustration.
We waited a full sixty seconds, though it felt longer, then the door opened.
Louis blinked at us through the dimness. “I’ve made a new friend. Can I keep this one, James?”
“Yes,” I said. “You can keep her.”
Because soon it wouldn’t matter. Emily would be off the island and far away. Right now, Louis was lonely, and I probably had more to do with that than I cared to admit. In truth, I didn’t want her caught up in his drama. And on the flipside, it was my job to protect him. His life was in my hands.
Emily was peering into a large dish filled with chemicals. “I’ve developed my first photo!”
Xavier smiled with pride and then said, “Careful of your dress.”
“Of course.”
The scent from the development process was sour. Above it rose the notes of Emily’s perfume. From here, I could see the soft red lighting outlined her silhouette.
Being this close felt like torture. Her red dress clung to her curves and nudged up her breasts. I wanted to lean in and kiss her throat and work my way down her neck. I wanted to peel away the material covering her pert nipples. I wanted to catch them between my teeth and suckle, hear her moan, feel her come around my cock.
If it was true she wasn’t wearing panties, not touching her tonight would be impossible.
Somewhat reluctantly, she looked at Xavier. “Louis is so talented. Have you seen these?”
“Yes,” he said. “He’s a great photographer.”
Funny coming from Xavier, who had almost barreled into his darkroom.
“I’ll photograph you both,” Louis offered with forgiveness in his tone. “If you like.”
“Em?” Her name had been burning the tip of my tongue all evening. The same tongue that wanted to taste her.
“Louis has been taking good care of me,” she said brightly, still not looking at me.
“My pleasure, Miss Emily,” he said.
“Thank you for showing me your wonderful photos, Louis,” she said softly.
He bowed reverently. “An honor.”
With her head down, she walked out without looking at me and continued along the hallway.
“Go after her,” whispered Xavier.
“Why?”
“She’s headed outside.” He pulled out his phone and showed me a photo on the screen. “His name’s Trevor. I think he’s a journalist.”
“Is he?” I asked Louis.
Xavier showed him the photo on his screen.
Louis scrunched his nose. “I haven’t told him anything.”
