Chapter 19
She was even more curious when they pulled into a driveway with the garage door opening.
Geo pulled her out of the car and inside the kitchen of the vast, immaculate house, and she went stiff. Were they there to steal something? Were they going to get shot?
Mig hung the keys on a hook by the door to the garage and followed Geo and her into the large living room. Geo nudged her to the couch, then picked up a throw blanket and tossed it at her.
“Sit there. Put your feet up and relax.”
“Are… are we here to hurt someone?”
“What?”
“Like… you have to threaten them when they get home? You’re here to scare them?” she asked, afraid she was going to see another murder.
Geo chuckled, throwing himself on the couch next to her and picking up the remote to the TV. “Nah, Rue. This is my place.”
“This is…” she blinked, looking around the house, stunned. “How?!?”
“You think I don't know what I’m doin’, Rue? You think I don't make money? You think I was small time?”
Sailor looked around, then shrugged a shoulder, still in shock. He was rich?! ?
“You want all of them switched here?” Mig asked, looking up from his phone.
“Nah. Cancel all but my dailies. And them fools. Have them come by here this afternoon,” he smirked. “So that list, it good, or you need more?” Geo asked Sailor.
She pulled it back out, looked it over, and became snarky about it. “You have a pencil and another paper?” she asked Mig. “I just need to change a couple things.”
Mig handed her a spiral notebook with a pen in the spiral, and she flipped it open and started writing. She purposefully wrote down the most expensive, highest-end brands she could to make it harder on him. They would all have to be ordered, costing him a small fortune. She would buy time.
“This it?” Geo asked when she handed him the list.
“No,” she scowled, taking it back and flipping the page. She handed it back to him after a few minutes. “Those are the kinds of books my mom likes, I want them delivered to her today.”
Geo snorted another laugh, then tore out the first page and gave it to Mig. “Call Trey.”
“Yeah,” Mig agreed, taking his phone out as he grabbed the list.
“Bring her a snack when you’re done. Some fruit or shit. And a drink, too.”
Sailor watched Mig disappear into the kitchen, then looked back at Geo. He was smirking at her, looking her over as he leaned back. “How bout you come finish what you started?” he asked, stroking the bulge in his pants.
Sailor looked away quickly, embarrassed.
“I think you wanna, Rue. I think you been thinkin’ on it. Come on over here,” he chuckled, patting his thigh.
“I… I can’t start until I get all those things, but I can start writing the program? The code? If you have a laptop or something?”
“Your own laptop work?” he asked, still amused.
“Yeah! Yes, it’ll work. You have it? ”
“It was in your backpack. I’ll have Mig bring it in later. How bout you lay down here ‘n try ‘n nap a bit. C’mere,” he demanded, pulling her to lay her head in his lap.
“I thought he was going to bring me a snack?” she asked breathlessly, going tense all over. She didn’t like being inches from the dick he’d just suggested she put in her mouth.
He’d just teased her about putting it in her mouth.
He’d teased her. Laughed. He’d been laughing and almost jovial…
That made her feel uneasy.
She lay there stiffly until Mig returned with a little bowl of sliced apples. Sitting up quickly and scooting down the couch, she took the bowl and curled up around it, refusing to look at Geo.
He said nothing, just moving his phone to open and look at it.
As soon as she set the bowl down, Geo spoke up. “She need a nap, Mig. Take her up to the room across from mine.”
“Yeah,” Mig agreed, coming in and motioning her up.
Sailor stood and let him lead her up the stairs, looking around the house. No… it was a mansion. She’d read about them but never seen one in person.
“How long has he lived here?” she asked Mig as he opened a door for her.
“‘Bout 7 months? His old place was nice, too, but he upgrades and moves. He’s restless. Already seen him looking at new places. Get some rest,” he told her, pulling the door closed.
Sailor looked around the vast room, then went to the bed and used the steps to climb up in the canopied king bed. The room was done all in coral and teal, like it was made for a girl, and the furnishings and bedding were also feminine. Is this where he kept his girlfriends? Or family? Did he have a family?
Curling up, she sighed and fell asleep.