Page 49 of Lau Ahi
Really wish we could get back to the part where she wants to fuck me into submission. That was fun.
I crossed my arms over my chest as a way to get myself back on track from where my mind had traveled into how good her walls felt as she—
“Why do you prefer her to yourself?”
That was some shit I hadn’t expected her to say and instead of trying to stroke her ego and tell her how wrong she was, because she was absolutely wrong and I’d never met her sister, I wanted to know the basis of her feelings.
“My sister is untainted, unvarnished and raw. She’s able to be in a way I never have. Not even before—”
Her words cut off abruptly, a sign that we’d hit on something she wasn’t going to elaborate on.
“You’re making assumptions that she’s perfect.”
“No, I’m observing the differences between how we turned out and realizing how I would’ve been had I been like her. If the world reacted to me as they did her in the positive ways and not just the negative.”
“What negative?”
The faraway look in her face disappeared her focus coming in sharply as she smiled sadly at me. “Close but not quite ready for that cigar, Agent Nakoa.”
“Are we back to that?”
“Had we ever traversed beyond it?”
I glanced around knowing that her allowing me in her home was monumental. Meant something that it was clear she wasn’t going to admit. “I would think your agreeing to be my wife would’ve at least earned us first-name basis.”
“And you know what they say when you assume, correct?”
“Am I making an ass out of us or am I simply trying to reach you on a level of intimacy that is too much for you?”
“Too much for me? I feel as though that is some type of innuendo to your dick—”
“—Thank God you’re not one of those British people who say cock—”
“My best friends are Black Americans and they got me out of the habit quickly.” Asha’s eyes were narrowed as she spoke. Despite her changing the subject, I knew she was pissed I was happy for the change. I was coming too close to something that she didn’t want to reveal and I’d already pushed her too much today.
“So you too have people that are cool with hanging out with you and you’re not the loner that you present yourself to be.”
“You met one of my friends already.”
“Who?”
“Margo.” I stared at her silently forcing her to give me a broader point of reference because I had no idea who the fuck Margo was. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes rolled in annoyance. “Dr. Morrison who brought you into my office.”
My brow furrowed at that name because she couldn’t be this fucking brilliant and blind about what was right in front of her.
“She’s not your friend.”
I stared at her unblinkingly hoping she’d heed my warning and not try to be a contrarian. From the way she was staring at me like she wanted to fix me a drink laced with cyanide, I was sure she didn’t appreciate me calling out the chick she worked with.
Aqua Tofana is making a comeback.
“Excuse me?” Knew she was gonna act like this.
“I don’t know what gave you the thought that she was your friend but she’s not. She’s got some type of odd fixation or attachment to you but she’s not your friend. She doesn’t do those.”
I could tell she was thrown by hearing me talk about her with such absolutes but I hadn’t gotten this far in my job to ignore the obvious. There were too many tells, especially amongst coworkers, that would let someone know how they truly felt about you.
“My goodness what does everyone have against her?”
