Page 22 of Delivered in White

Whoa, perfect fit. How?

Did he take my measurements while I was sleeping? Creep!

Knock! Knock!

“Time to go,”he growls.

“Coming.” I rush to the mirror and make sure my foundation from yesterday is still intact. I was careful not to get my face wet and the steam did a good enough job to rehydrate my skin. But oof… I’m definitely going to break out going another full day with it on.

I open the door to him in a fresh tank top. He pushes past me lightly, giving me a whiff of his perfect scent. The cologne lingers on him from the day before, and his own manly musk takes over just a little bit more.

Snap out of it, Capri.

He shoves his toothbrush in his mouth and starts brushing furiously, which makes me glance at my phone for the time.

“Work starts at nine.” I bite my lip.

“Don’t you worry about that.” He spits and washes his mouth, then pushes past me on his way out. “C’mon.”

“I’m very worried. I have a goody-goody reputation to keep, remember?”

He ignores me as I follow him down the stairs and out of the living area. He opens another door which is heavier than the wood design leads on. Uh oh – another flight of stairs. Adungeon where he undoubtedly keeps his hoes chained up or something.

“Should I hold my breath?” I ask.

“The hell are you saying?” He opens the door at the bottom, flicks on the lights, and holds it for me to go first.

I duck like I’m about to enter a warzone, only to see a silver Toyota Supra with near-black windows inside an attached garage.

“A two-seater. How could you, Trino? How could you spend money so senselessly when we have twins on the way?” I hold my belly, and he turns away giving me his back, because I know he wants to laugh. “Aren’t you tired? I mean, you were up all night on calls.”

“Shh. Too much talking, too early in the morning.” He gets into the car and waits for me to sit in the passenger’s seat.

Our eyes are locked as I shut the door, the garage churning open to let in rays of morning sunlight. He’s so annoyed, but behind it, there’s amusement. He’s judging me. And I, him.

Slowly, I put my seatbelt on and brace against the panels for him to pull out like a crazy person.

He scoffs and pulls out as expected.

Twenty minutes pass, and in two days, my heartrate probably exceeded one-seventy for the first time ever. I thought being trapped in oversized scuba equipment was the epitome of fear, but now I know… it’s in the presence of this man.

He swerves between cars even when it’s not necessary. Is he trying to impress me? Or maybe scare me for his own amusement? Sick bastard.

I slap his arm at every red light, and he keeps quipping back that he told me not to worry about being late.

We pull up to J. Witt at eight-fifty, ten minutes early, and as soon as I exit his car on the outskirts of the parking lot, Isuddenly feel exposed. What if the Lucrazis are waiting inside to put a bag over my head and torture me?

Trino must see the fear in my eyes since he leans over to my side before I shut the door. “Yo. Relax, bug. Just do your job and have a good day. It’ll be fine.”

Something about the curtness in his voice makes me believe him. He’s an authority figure like my father was never able to be. Instead of long-winded arguments and quips, Trino is a straight freakin’ arrow.

“Thanks for everything, Toretto.”

“I wonder what name you’ll have for me later. What time should I pick you up?”

“I’ll text you.”

“Switching numbers today. I’ll textyou.”

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