Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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We sat in the make-shift waiting room in Missouri's house where she ran her palm reading business. Really, we just sat right by the door in the entryway. Sam and I sat on the small couch with our back to the staircase. Ria sat on the opposite side of the coffee table in the armchair.
My knee bounced up and down as I sat there. The thoughts racing through my head were getting to be too much to bear.
So I let myself watch Ria instead. She was unaware that my eyes were on her at the moment. She flipped through the pages of a magazine that she'd picked up from the table between us. Her legs were crossed at the knee as her eyes scanned over the paper.
She reached up to play with the pendant on the chain around her neck, drawing my eyes to her shirt. By no means was it all that revealing, but something about that made it a little hotter. I'd seen what was under her clothes before, and, God, did I want to see it again. But I'd decided to keep my distance since I wasn't sure how long she'd be hanging around.
It'd be awkward if we fucked and then we went along as if nothing happened.
Plus, she was a friend of Sam's. I didn't want to endanger their relationship just because I wanted to rip her clothes off and lick every part of her body.
Sam had lost enough, I wasn't about to piss off the only friend he had left from his glory days at college because I wasn't a relationship guy.
"Don't you worry about a thing," a woman's voice echoed, drawing my eyes up. A woman walked through, leading a middle-aged man to the day. "Your wife is crazy about you." She shut the door behind him. "Whoo. Poor bastard. His woman is cold banging the gardener."
"Sounds like a relationship that's just overflowing with love, wouldn't you say?" Ria asked sarcastically, tossing the magazine back onto the table.
"Why didn't you tell him?" I asked.
"People don't come in for the truth," Missouri told me. "They come for good news. Well, Sam, Dean, Capri, come on already. I ain't got all day."
We all shared a look before following her back into another room. Sam walked off first. Ria and I bumped into one another while moving toward the doorway.
"Ladies first," I said, taking a step back.
"I agree. Go right ahead," Ria quipped.
"Ha-ha," I rolled my eyes. She laughed a little, walking off. "Could've worn a longer skirt," I mumbled under my breath, watching as her hips swayed with every step.
