Finding Her Preference, or not

"Boss."

A young gentleman shook Hollis 's hand. "Ma'am." He bowed, turning to me.

He kept his eyes on my face and not my breasts like Jason from outside. I nodded my consent, basking in the closeness of my husband's rigid body.

"Derek, how is the arrangement going?"

"Perfect sir." Derek replied.

He had a warm smile, showing his teeth as he smiled. With honey brown hair and a clean-shaven face, he had the look of someone who does a lot of business, the looks like a salesman.

"Derek is one of our salesmen," Hollis told me.

"All right."

"Someone wants to see you." Derek told my husband. "Don Pedro." He spelled out.

"It's my fuckin honeymoon. Why would he come here? He turned to me, and asked. "Would you be able to stay by yourself if I spent a few minutes with my father's friend?"

I nodded. He kissed my forehead and gave Derek a stern look before walking away. I knew what that look entailed 'stay with her'

Once he turned to the door, I walked across the open space, my shoe