mouth. “Now I’ll get to taste you for the rest of the day too.”
With that, he backs up, his heated gaze drinking me in one last time before he turns and disappears out of the door. I sigh and sit up. What the hell am I supposed to do about him?
I shove the thought aside and remove my bra and shirt as I stand up, rolling my eyes at the thrill of glee that moves through me at the very wet and sticky situation going on between my thighs. Well, at least I won’t have to worry about getting cleaned up this time. I chuckle and get into the shower as I think about all the different places that Rook and I could christen in this prison.
I wonder if the Warden has a desk in his office?
12
It’s meatloaf day.
The day I’ve been waiting for ever since I got here. The shining jewel of all cafeteria food. Juicy, savory, delicious meatloaf. I can’t wait.
Except some stupid fuck decided to go on a vampiric rampage or some shit, so now our entire block is on lock down. I’m so pissed I can’t even enjoy watching any of my DVDs.
But when I hear a familiar rolling cart heading my way, I perk up and jump over to my cell door just in time to see Selena the siren coming my way. “Please tell me you’re delivering my meatloaf,” I beg, not even caring that it sounded like a dirty innuendo.
Selena cringes and passes me a covered tray through the food slot, and I eagerly take it and open it up. As soon as I do, I cringe at the sight of a rotted apple, moldy bread, and a decayed piece of meat that in no way resembles delicious, juicy meatloaf. And—is that a worm?
“What the fuck?” I say, offended, before tossing the food back out through the slot so it clatters on the floor.
“Sorry,” she says guiltily before she turns and hurries away like her ass is on fire.
I glower at the place she disappeared from. Fucking management is punishing us with rotten food now? That’s just wrong. And that’s pretty fucked up for Selena to do it. Although, she did sneak over and deliver me some Pop Rocks a while ago, so I guess I can’t be too mad at her. I imagine the rest of the prisoners will give her enough shit about this delivery, she doesn’t need me to add to the pile.
But I better get some goddamn meatloaf soon.
No one is allowed out of their cell until the next day, and it’s like there’s an electric charge in the air as I make my way down the hall. At first, I chalk it up to everyone just having a ton of pent-up energy from being stuck in our cells for hours on end, but I realize it’s for a very different reason when I’m cornered in the cafeteria by a crowd of females. I note that everyone who bought one of the pairs of underwear I made is now circling me...plus, like, a shit ton of other females too.
“Uhh...what’s up?” I ask nervously. Am I about to get shanked for customer dissatisfaction? “Look, I told you, no returns or refunds. I included all the proper fine print. If you tried to wash it and your bedazzles fell off or something, that’s not my fault.”
Broken-Eyed Medusa shoves her way forward, and I bring my fists up in front of me in a defensive move, ready to block fists that come flying my way. She might be in my squad, but she barely tolerates me because of Zen’s influence. Ever since I asked to pet her snakes, all she usually does is hiss at me. What is it with gorgons not letting their snake hair get any love? I don’t doubt that she’d knock me on my ass in a second.
But instead of pulling my hair to kick off a cat fight, she grabs me by the shoulders. “We need more Pop Rocks panties.”
Stunned, it takes me a few seconds to gather her words and process them. “Huh?”
“The Pop Rocks panties,” someone else repeats—the other female who purchased a pair.
I look at everyone warily. “Uhh, why?”
A very burly, thickly muscled chick shoves her way forward. “Those Pop Rocks...popped.”
My brow furrows at her earnest expression. “Ookay…”
Broken-Eyed Medusa—who I now will call Bem—gives me a pointed look. “A few of us were getting hot and heavy with some prison buddies, if you know