Chapter 49. She Was Never My Choice

I catch the jest in her tone as she mocks me and rolls her eyes as I shake my head, eyes wide and utterly shell-shocked that we are even discussing my underwear habits. I mean, we only just met, and apart from the fact I thought all Santos hated my kind, here she is trying to gift me her underwear.

“

Ay, Dios mio

!” she mutters to herself, with a hint of disappointment. “Colton seems more like a black lace kind. The boy has hidden kinks for sure. So, we’ll go with that. It has a little push to give your sisters some lift.” She wiggles her breast with one hand to demonstrate and tosses the black scrap towards the four-poster bed.

“I really don’t need…” I stammer out, embarrassed to the core, but she shushes me mid-refusal of uplifting man traps with a finger jab, and I fall silent, too intimidated to continue arguing.

“Okay… so now we need something sexy but casual. Not trying too hard, but has to make him think about banging you whenever he sees you.” S