Page 21 of Corrupting Her Heart
When the car stops, I tell the driver to get out and not to open the doors. Waiting for us to be alone, I turn to Frankie, unclip her belt, and pull her across the leather seat until she’s right next to me. My hand wraps around the back of her head and then I slam my lips down onto hers. My tongue presses into her mouth, which she readily opens for me.
It’s not a soft kiss, like the one we shared earlier. This one is full of hunger and need. When I pull away from her mouth, I keep her face close to mine. “I’m going to fuck every other guy out of your memory, Frankie. You won’t remember a single person who came before me.”
“That seems like a really big task, Emilio. You sure you have that much energy?” Frankie raises a single brow at me.
“How many?”
“How manywhat?”
“How many guys have there been?” I press her.
“How many girls have you fucked, Emilio?”
“Five,” I tell her, and she snorts.
“Yeah, okay. You really expect me to believe you’ve only slept with five different women.” Frankie shakes her head. “Fine, I’m the Virgin Mother.”
“First, don’t say shit like that while you’re here. People take church seriously around these parts. Second, I don’t lie.”
“Seriously? Five?”
I nod my head. “How many, Frankie?”
“Why? I mean, look at you. You know you’re hot, right? Like you have mirrors. Why only five?”
“Because I felt like a fucking asshole every time. Stop avoiding my question, Frankie. How many?”
“Three,” she says.
“I want a list of names.”
Frankie laughs. “Sure, don’t hold your breath, though.” Then she opens the door and climbs out of the car.
I follow her, taking her hand in mine as I lead her into the house. As soon as we’re through the door, Frankie pulls her hand away from mine. I frown at her, but she just smiles and winks back at me.
“Oh, you’re finally here. How was the flight? Welcome, honey. I’ve set you up in the guestroom next to Emilio.” My mom smiles at me as she hugs Frankie.
“Thanks, Aunt Evie. It’s been so long since I’ve been here,” Frankie says.
“Too long. Come on, let me show you where you’re staying. Wait. Are you hungry?” Mom takes Frankie, leaving me in the foyer to watch them go.
“How the hell did you get that to happen?” Ezekiel asks, coming to stand next to me.
“Get what to happen?”
“Frankie, you, here?” he says.
“I used words and asked her if she wanted to come for the weekend. Don’t read anything into it.”
“So you haven’t won her over yet, then?” my brother asks.
“I’m working on it,” I tell him.
“I’ve never seen you work so hard for anything in your life.” He laughs.
Chapter Eight
I’m thankful Aunt Evie took me away from Emilio. I needed a breather. He has a way of consuming my entire being and I forget where I am, who I am, and what I’m supposed to be doing. Like pretending I’m not in love with the man.
