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He almost wished she would because he hadno ideashe was hiding a body like that under all her good sweaters and boring dark suits. He knew she didn't wear bras since her nipples were always hard around him. Still, when you worked in a business where every other woman flashed her goodies at you, you got unaffected by all that. But it had been more than a year. Carmen's body did not have the soft contours expected of a woman. Still, he hadn't fucked for so long that it was no wonder his cock stirred at her sweet-looking little tits, boyish waist, and hairy cunt. The overlong dry spell he had cruelly subjected his body to make him more intrigued than he should be about what those wet hairs were hiding.
"Clothes, Carmen," he told her again. "Unless you want me to take you to the hospital like that."
She glared at him. "I don't need to go to the hospital."
"Tell me that again by looking at me right in the eye. You can't even focus. I'd bet you're seeing two of me. Lucky you." He said. Again, he demanded, "Your clothes or we leave with you like that." He crossed his arms and gave her a look that said it was no bluff.
Scowling, she wearily pointed at the door behind him.
Ramiro opened the closet and identified her side there. The other side boasted a long rack of tailored suits in varying shades of steel, gray, and charcoal. He took a familiar-looking blue sweater and a pair of jeans. He opened several drawers to find scarves, watches, and some jewelry but no underwear.
His cock got impossibly hard at the idea that Carmen probably didn't wear panties.
Fuck, Brandt. Stop behaving like you're the one who got hit.He went to the other side of the closet and found a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt. The pants were a bit snug and ended right above his ankles, but they were dry, at least. He skipped underwear, too, though he was still clearly erect. Tanner's shoes were too small, so he went to Carmen's side of the closet and helped himself to her running shoes. They fit perfectly. Dressed, he walked out of the closet.
She muttered some thanks - or at least, that's what it sounded when he handed her the clothes. "Turn around," she said.
Ramiro had to smirk. "Carmen, sweetheart, I've already seen everything and more. I think it's pointless to be shy."
"Fuck you."
Despite what he said, he busied himself with touching and fiddling with random objects in the room. It wasn't really his fault that there was a mirror there angled such that he saw her nude again. God above, he hadn't pegged his former manager as the sort to have nipple piercings, let alone go commando. It didn't escape his notice of the absence of her complaint regarding the underwear. His eyes burned at the sight of the aperture that divided the firm, high cheeks of her ass at the bulging muscles of her thighs. Ramiro didn't believe in god, but he was praying to be put out of his misery as he gazed longingly at the irresistible sway of her hips before shebentto put on the jeans.Somebody kill me now.One of God must have heard him because, mercifully, the denim covered those freckles and pale skin. He turned around and watched her zipping up.
Standing taller than him, pink-cheeked, and looking sleepy, she reiterated about not needing to go to the hospital.
Stubborn mule." For my own peace of mind, let's go have it checked. Besides, I need the doctor's go-ahead before I talk to you about something important," he said, and she was back to muttering under her breath again. "Remember what happened before, when I fell on you because you had that idiotic plan of literally blocking my way from having a good time? You were whimpering like a motherless puppy clutching your side and if I hadn't insisted on bringing you to the hospital we wouldn't have known about your broken rib."
She glared at him when he moved to carry her again, so he sighed loudly and dropped his arms. She grabbed her purse and trailed after him as they left the bedroom. He had been to her house before, just never in the bedroom and certainly not the hot tub area. But he knew that she kept a bowl by the door which housed the keys. They were scooped and secured in his hand before she could protest.
He drove to Mother Mercy General Hospital. Again, Carmen refused his assistance, but he ignored her this time and yanked her behind him by the hand. Their wait in the emergency room wasn't very long due to her head injury.
Ramiro refused to leave Carmen while waiting for the doctor in the exam room. Her speech was clear now, and her eyes focused when glaring at him, but he wanted her head scanned and examined. Sensing that Carmen would like their visit to be over quick, Ramiro was determined to stay with her to ensure that her examination was thorough.
Waiting still, Carmen finally asked Ramiro the question that had been nagging her since finding him in her yard.
"When did you leave home? You didn't mention it in your last letter."
"That's because I had no intention of leaving at the time."
Frowning, she asked, "What happened?"
He pinched the bridge of his elegant nose. "Carmen, let's talk about it after you're examined, alright?"
"I'm fine," she insisted stubbornly. "I'm not seeing double."
"You're way cranky than usual. It might be a symptom," he said, sitting beside her on the bed.
"Ramiro, every time you're in a room, you annoy the hell out of people. Even without speaking."
He smiled. "You mean I don't have to do anything and I already affect people so profoundly?"
"God, Ramiro. How is it that your head isn't any bigger?"
He shrugged and glanced at her left hand. "I see the ring's still on. Tanner Morrison, ringtone, complained to the band once that the guy they hired to do the PR had a cunt name. Who the hell names their kid Tanner?
Carmen smirked and snorted. "I can't believe you don't remember him."
"I can't believe he's the guy behind that. He's short and quite oily. You know. Too slick." Ramiro made a face. He remembered Tanner Morrison as a too-slick guy who wore a lot of blacks and one he didn't really trust. The guy must be hung for someone like Carmen to be gaga over him. Engaged, no less. "He reeks like a car salesman."
