Page 103 of Tito

“Oh, those. Yeah, they’re cute.”

“Cute and expensive,” he replied.

“I’ve saved my entire life with one real purpose in mind,” I said. “To one day be able to treat a woman the way she’s always dreamed of being treated.”

A surprised look overcame him. “Here she comes,” he whispered. “Remember our agreement.”

He scurried away, glancing over his shoulder every few steps.

Reggie walked through the maze of clothes and met me at the entrance. “What were you guy talking about?”

“Your yellow sandals. He loves them.”

She rolled her eyes. “He would so wear a pair of them. He can’t stop talking about them.”

I took a step toward her and winced in mock pain.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I said. “When I got to the car wash, my nuts felt like they were on fire. They’re all swollen and sensitive. I think I need to go to the hospital.”

She gasped. “Is it that bad?”

“It’s awful,” I muttered. “I can barely walk.”

A guilty look washed over her. “When uhhm. When did it start? With your stomach problems last week?”

“No,” I replied. “It started this morning.”

“This morning, huh?” The guilty look worsened. “Is it really bad?”

“Believe me, I’ve been in a lot of pain and I’ve never felt pain like this in my entire life.”

“I need.” She sighed. “I need to tell you something.”

I took another step and nearly collapsed. After stabilizing myself against a rack of clothes, I met her worried gaze. “What’s.” I swallowed hard. “What’s that?”

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “When you were asleep last night, I…I’d been having these ridiculous dreams. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So, I started sucking your dick, thinking you’d wake up. You didn’t. Then, I figured what the heck. One thing led to another, and I fucked you while you were sleeping.” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

“You fucked me while I was asleep?”

Her gaze fell to the floor. “I did.”

“In some respects, I guess it’s a relief.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s an easy fix,” I said. “All you need to do is finish what you started.”

“Oh, believe me, I will.” She looked at her watch. “In six hours.”

“I can’t walk,” I complained. “We’re going to need to do something right now.” I nodded toward the rear of the store. “In the dressing room.”

The guilty look she wore changed to one of worry. “Are you serious?”

“Either that, or I’ll have to get one of the nurses at Mercy to check me out. Rumor has it that they—”

“No random nurse is giving you a handy,” she snapped.