... Like a Woman Scorned

You were at a little bistro on Miami Beach with Bruna and Amanda. She still looked strict and stern with you.

"So since I can't trust you to keep it in your pants," Amanda was saying. "I reached out to Bruna. She's going to take you under her wing. And make sure the people you're fucking aren't related to me."

"I'm sorry," you apologized for the umpteenth time.

"I don't want to hear it, Dani," Amanda said, rolling her eyes. Her phone rang and her frown was immediately replaced with a beaming smile. "Kendi, hey baby ..."

You bit your lower lip, the angst and arousal mixing within you. Bruna reached over, rubbing the back of your hand comfortingly. You knew she meant it. She was still in the running for Amanda's heart, unlike you.