CUBAN HIRE (CARTEL GXG)

THE EDGE OF COMPOSURE

"Ow, ow, ow!" Olivia winced as Ezmeralda carefully peeled back the adhesive bandage from the cut on her leg. The skin underneath was still tender, the edges of the wound barely healed.

"Tranquila, bebecita. Almost done," Ezmeralda murmured softly, her touch as gentle as her voice. She removed the last bit of the bandage, revealing the line of pink skin that would soon be a scar. "Now you'll have a sick scar," she teased, a playful grin lighting up her face as she glanced up at Olivia.

Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smile sneaking through. "Great, now my leg won't be as smooth," she replied, pouting dramatically.

"After everything you went through, and you're worried about smooth legs?" Ezmeralda raised a brow, barely able to keep from laughing.

"Yes!" Olivia said with a mock huff. "It was all smooth before, and now it'll be ruined."

Ezmeralda leaned in, dropping her voice as if sharing a confidential secret. "Do you want to know why it hurt so much when I took off the bandage?" Olivia's curious eyes widened, and she nodded. Ezmeralda gave her a mischievous grin. "It's because you've got a hairy leg, princesa."

Without missing a beat, Olivia grabbed a pillow and whacked Ezmeralda, her face lit up with mock outrage. "Callate! It's not my fault they didn't let me shave it for a week!" she said, feigning indignation.

Ezmeralda laughed as she steadied herself from the playful assault. "Excuse me?" she said, raising a brow with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Olivia froze for a second as Ezmeralda's face took on a devilish look, her gaze narrowing playfully as she leaned in close. "What?" Olivia tried to play innocent, her smile not quite hiding her nerves.

Ezmeralda moved closer, her arms bracing the bed around Olivia's head, effectively caging her in. "What did you just say to me?" she asked, her voice low, each word deliberate.

"I... I didn't say anything," Olivia murmured with a sly grin, her heart beating faster at Ezmeralda's intensity.

"No?" Ezmeralda's voice softened to a whisper, but the challenge was clear in her eyes. "You're a big girl. Say it again." Her face hovered inches from Olivia's, her lips so close Olivia could almost feel the warmth of her breath.

Olivia swallowed, her cheeks turning crimson under Ezmeralda's smirk. She tried to play it cool, though her voice wavered just slightly. "I... I don't want to," she stammered, fighting to keep her cool as she felt Ezmeralda's leg slide against hers, shifting her ever so slightly.

Ezmeralda's eyes gleamed, her knee pressing between Olivia's legs, making her pulse race. "Say it," she breathed, her voice so close it was barely audible.

Olivia felt the heat creep up her neck, her heart pounding hard enough to echo in her ears. She bit her lip, catching the playful challenge in Ezmeralda's eyes. Summoning her courage, she grinned. "Fine," she whispered, voice barely more than a breath. "But first, you'll have to make me."

Her challenge hung in the air, the tension thickening as their gazes held, a spark igniting between them. "You sure about that? Wouldn't want to hurt such a pretty thing," Ezmeralda whispered, her voice a low, tantalizing drawl as her lips brushed the curve of Olivia's neck.

Olivia took a breath, trying to keep her pulse steady as her skin tingled under Ezmeralda's touch. "I'm not scared of a little pain," she replied, swallowing hard, her voice steady but soft.

Ezmeralda's lips lingered, feeling Olivia's heartbeat flutter beneath the skin, the warmth of her delicate scent intoxicating. "Oh, is that so?" she murmured, her lips grazing Olivia's skin, sending a thrill down her spine. But before she could press closer, a sharp, persistent knock sounded at the bedroom door, shattering the quiet intensity of the moment.