She nodded, business-like.
“That makes sense,” the girl said. “I’ve always enjoyed reading and writing too, from all the way back when I was a little girl. Any type of book was good, from the Babysitters Club to Agatha Christie. I still love those books, even today,” she admitted with a shy blush. “You never leave your first love, you know what I mean?”
I nodded.
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” came my drawl. “Although I’m not exactly reading Babysitters Club.”
“Oh of course not!” she flushed. “But tell me, Mr. Evercore. What kind of books do you enjoy?”
I thought to my latest. I’d been reading some business crap, studying how market indices are created either using a company’s capitalization or its price. But that was too much. That was giving away the egghead within, and it was too early to start off on such a heavy note.
So instead I smiled.
“Just some James Bond novels,” I said. “You know, The Man with the Golden Gun, From Russia with Love, that stuff.”
Laney nodded, eyes sparkling.
“Oh I love Ian Fleming too,” she exclaimed. “My favorite is The Spy Who Loved Me, I think it’s his most romantic. Although they’re not romance novels at all, they really are spy thrillers.”
But then the girl got a hold of herself, blushing.
“But enough about James Bond. So what do you think you’d like to write, Mr. Evercore? If we can’t write about spy adventures, what do you think we could cover here at San Nemo?”
That was a good question. There wasn’t much going on at the prison. There was my job in the laundry room. There was Silky Slim who wanted to hook-up with the prison nurse. Totally inappropriate in every way.
So I went with something safe instead.
“How about prison food?” I asked. “Maybe we could write about how it’s made.”
She nodded.
“We could interview the vendors who provide the raw materials, and then do an investigation on what ingredients go inside. Like if they’re using GMO products. I’d be really curious.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from my throat then.
“Sweetheart, this is the San Nemo. Rest assured, they’re feeding us whatever they want to feed us. We’re at the bottom of the food chain here.”
Laney’s forehead scrunched, those brown eyes confused.
“So does that mean you’re eating genetically modified foods then? The stuff that no one else wants?”
I shrugged my broad shoulders. She was so innocent that it was a shame to burst that bubble. But hey, prison food was the least of it. This wasn’t gonna hurt too bad.
“No, what I mean is that we’re literally the last stop. What people don’t want any more is what we get. Odds and ends, leftovers from supermarkets, that type of thing. So it could be GMO foods, or it might not. There’s no consistency.”
Laney sat back, eyes dawning with realization.
“I see,” she murmured, scribbling something down. “This is more complicated than I thought. Which is good,” she said quickly, raising her eyes to meet mine. “Because we’ll actually have some real reporting to do. We’ll have to talk to people and do some digging to get the skinny.”
And I smiled lazily at her then.
“Sure baby girl. There’s lots of possibility,” I agreed amiably.
Her cheeks flushed pink then.
“Well, thank you Mr. Evercore,” she said quickly, flashing a look at me from beneath those long dark lashes. “This has opened up possibilities that I never dreamed existed.”
I leaned back in my chair, huge form massive.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Just ask, and I’ll answer.”
Laney blushed again, her chest rising slowly. And oh shit, but those nipples looked stiff under her form-fitting sweater, the hard beads totally visible. Realizing what had happened, Laney jerked her scarf a little to cover the stiffness, flushing even brighter if possible.
But I looked right back into those caramel pools, an alpha male in charge.
“It’s a shame sweetheart,” I drawled so that only she and I could hear. “I liked seeing that.”
Those brown eyes went wide, her soft pink pout opening slightly. But then another woman came by, interrupting the hot scene.
“Laney?” the middle woman said sharply, eyeing me with suspicion. “It’s time to go. Come on,” she barked. “Get your purse.”
I would have been pissed in a normal situation. But it was no big deal because I already had my girl hooked. That’s right, after a fifteen minute one on one, I knew the brunette would be back. I knew Laney would be thinking of me during the car ride back, during her day at work, and probably tonight too, touching herself under the covers.
Because that’s the way Mason Evercore rolls. I’ve got the women eating out of my hand, and this pretty little girl wasn’t any different. Those nips told the story, loud and clear, and my cock jerked in my jumpsuit, pleased. Good thing they make these things loose and bulky, otherwise Mr. Happy would have been caused an uproar around here.