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“Now what?” I whimper, catching my breath in the steam.
“Well,” he chuckles, reaching for a washcloth and bar of soap. “We still have to shower.”
I smile as he lathers it up.
I don’t think this is a normal day for Big Boyd, but I’m not going to complain.
CHAPTER 32
Boyd
After having the best shower of my life with Sarah, I get dressed, just like I do every day.
It’s a lot better getting to watch her get dressed while I do; my dick is already semi-erect again by the time I force it into my pants. That’ll have to wait. Sarah glances nervously as the clock once we’re dressed.
“I guess Mafia guys don’t keep a regular schedule,” she laughs. “No nine-to-five to worry about?”
“Some do,” I shrug, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch. I reach for the remote and turn on the television. “Not really an issue for me.”
“Oh, because you’re higher up?” she asks, looking at the television in confusion before she sits next to me on the couch. “You set your own hours?”
“No, I’m a Bodyguard Capo, so I normally have a fairly strict schedule,” I say, flipping to the news and getting comfortable.
Sarah moves closer and I put an arm around her. She doesn’t say anything while we watch the news, but I can tell she’s getting a little anxious. I’m enjoying it, because she hasn’t quite figured it out yet. Why I’m lounging around my condo and not really doing anything at all right now. After the news is over, I turn off the television.
“Alright,” I say, moving my arm and stretching out. “Time for more coffee and another cigarette, I think.”
“Then we have to go to Salvalagio?” she asks.
“Maybe.” I get up from the couch. “If I feel like it.”
Sarah follows me outside and pulls out her vape. She tries to take a puff, but nothing comes out. She shakes it a few times and groans.
“Well, I hope we’re leaving soon, because I need to stop by the store,” she says, turning toward me as I light my cigarette. “We are leaving, right? I assume you don’t sit in your condo all day. This doesn’t seem like a normal day for you at all.”
“No?” I ask, taking a drag from my cigarette and blowing the smoke into the wind. “It’s a perfectly normal day for a guy who has been sidelined since Erica’s coup. Like I said, sometimes I go to Salvalagio, if I feel like it. But all I do is sit on my ass there, too.”
“You’ve been fairly busy lately,” she says, tilting her head in obvious confusion.
“Yes, because Massimo told me to look after you,” I explain. “You were my first assignment since Erica’s coup. And when theMafia Prince Killer showed up in Las Vegas, the boss gave me a crew. But now that it’s back to business as usual, I don’t haveshitto do.”
“Damn, Boyd. Seriously?” She blinks a couple of times. “I mean, you said you were on the sidelines, but I didn’t realize it meant you wereliterallydoing nothing.”
“See, I told you you’d see that I’m rarely in any danger of getting shot at these days,” I chuckle. “Massimo said he’d get me back on the streets, if I took good care of you. I’m sure he’ll get around to that, once we deal with this fucker.”
“Or I go home,” she says, looking down. “Then you won’t have an assignment anymore.”
“This is way more than an assignment now.” I tilt her head so that she’s looking at me again. “Even Massimo knows that.”
“And my podcast isn’t the only reason I’m staying,” she admits, exhaling sharply.
“Does that mean you like the view from here better than Salvalagio?” I joke, gesturing over the balcony.
“Maybe,” she says, a grin tugging the edges of her lips. “But it might get a little boring when you actually have something to do. I’ll also starve, unless I start having beer for breakfast and ketchup for lunch.”
“Right, it’s been a while since I’ve bought groceries,” I say. “We’ll take care of that while we’re out. I’m going to swing by Salvalagio so I can put in an appearance, but I don’t plan on staying long unless there’s an update.”
“Okay.” She nods, still grinning. “I’ll get my things and check out of my room.”
