~Dante~
"Can I have whatever you ordered?" Madonna coos, walking into my office only minutes after Noelle left. She has this crinkle in her aged eye that tells me I'm not getting out of whatever nonsense she's about to propose.
'You can have her. Once I'm sure she's clean.'
"You say the most out of context shit."
To that I roll my eyes. Noelle just barged in to blame for her orgasm. Which she has no idea that's what that was. But will I tell her? Of course not. Handling a Luna is much harder than I thought. She requires attention. And care. I have no choice but to find a way to give those to her, to keep her infection calm while maintaining my safe distance. Or sanity. Yes, sanity is the word.
I was sure she was avoiding me, and I was honestly happy a little. That happiness was short lived when she stormed in here without checking if I was busy.
