Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

Dr. Bentley cocked her head to the side. “Sayeda?”

“The chef.”

“She told you her name?”

“Usually, that’s how introductions work, Dr. Bentley.”

She cleared her throat, stiffening her posture. “How about we go back to Hannah enjoying your company? And remember, I’m here to help you. With everything. Including that.”

So, she knew about his problem.

Hopefully, she didn’t scare or blush easily. As long as they kept personal details about his mother out of the scope, he would tell her whatever she seemed to be begging to know, including details—if she was into that.

“Did you have any friends in Chamas?” she asked.

He smirked. “Friends?”

“Were they like brothers, then?”

“I have nothing like that.”

“Did you ever want siblings?”

“Dr. Bentley, you’re trying to talk to the eleven-year-old boy inside me. The problem is, if you’re looking for him, you should probably search for a headstone.”

With how she looked at him, he half-expected her to reach out and fix his collar or lick her finger and smooth a flyaway hair on his head. It had been several years since someone looked at him like that, and this woman wasn’t old enough for him to accept it.

“Did you know that it’s possible to endure something that causes you to detach from your emotions?” she asked.

He shrugged. “What’s your point?”

“Adrían, you like women.”

“Yep.”

“But you can’t fuck them.”

He grinned. “You’re bringing out the gloves early.”

“You’re not a wilting flower.”

“That I’m not.” He tipped his chin at her. “Go on. I like this.”

“When was your first relationship?” she continued.

“I was seventeen.”

“How far did you go?”

“We didn’t fuck, obviously.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“Of course.”

“Put your tongue in or on a pussy?”

“With zeal.”