Chapter 77
“I’m gonna enjoy this.”
“So, you’ve got a thing goin’ with two other men besides Lucas,” Napoleon said with a laugh. “No wonder you’re not bothered by Lucas fooling around on you.”
Meredith Shamus had so swiftly blown in and out like a hurricane that Johnnie had forgotten Napoleon was there. When she turned around to face him, he was leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, smiling like he was about to devour his unwitting prey.
“Lucas knows all about Earl! So what?”
“Yeah, but I bet he doesn’t know about Martin Winters, does he? How do you think he’s going to feel when I tell him?”
“Napoleon, don’t do that. I love Lucas. Please don’t do that.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t say a word, as long as we have an understanding.” He smiled.
“No, Napoleon. I won’t do that.”
“Sure you will. You’ll do it because you know I’ll tell him. You’ll do it because if you don’t, I’ll kill him. And you’ll do it because it makes sense. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you. What’s another fuck going to hurt? You’ve fucked so many already. I just want my piece, and you can stay with Lucas for all I care.”
Johnnie turned her back to him so she could think. Lucas fought for me. He trusts me. He stole for me. He got a job for me. And he even put up with me havin’ sex for money. Do I wanna take the chance on losing the only person that ever cared for me? I can’t let him find out that I’m doin’ it with three men. He thinks I’m a good girl. I don’t want him to change his opinion of me. I am a good girl and I’m gonna prove it to him now that Earl is outta my life. I guess one more man isn’t gonna kill me. She faced Napoleon. “So, I just gotta do it once?”
“Yeah, just one time. I’m not greedy,” Napoleon told the young-minded teenager, feeling trumphant. “Just one elegant night at the Bel Glades Hotel and your secret will be safe.”
“One time and that’s it?”
“Yep. One time. I swear.”
“And what about Lucas?”
“What Lucas doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“What about him and Marla? What are you going to do about that?”
“Nothin’. I don’t give a damn what she does or who with. Let them fuck each other if that’s what they want.”
“Let’s go upstairs then,” Johnnie said, believing that it would be quick and painless—no more than five minutes. She could live with that because it would be almost like not doing it at all. And since it would only happen once, she could even forget it happened. “We don’t have to go to the Bel Glades. They won’t let me in there anyway.”
“They’ll let you in if I tell ’em to.”
“Why can’t we just get it over with right now since that’s all you want?”
“Because I want to wine and dine you first.”
“Fine. When is this supposed to take place?”
“This Friday. The night before we take care of the preacher.”
“What about Lucas? We usually see a movie or something on Friday night.”
“Lucas will be busy this Friday. I’ll see to it. I want you and Lucas at the Bayou tonight to finalize the plans for Goode,” Napoleon told her. He placed his arms around her tiny waist and kissed her. It felt good and made him hard. He placed both hands on her tight ass and squeezed. “I’m gonna enjoy this. I can’t wait until Friday.”
“Then let’s take care of it now,” Johnnie urged.
“There’s something to be said for anticipation,” Napoleon said with a smile. “See ya later tonight.”