“You won’t be laughing when we get married.” I grumbled quietly, wishing with everything I had that one day I’d be brave enough to tell Cooper the truth and he’d feel the same.
COOPER
Hey baby, what are you doing?
EVA
Hey, Poop.
Taking a quiz to see which vegetable I am.
I was surrounded by boxes, getting everything packed ready to move this weekend. Despite Cooper begging me in the most delicious of ways to live here, I wanted my own space. It had been my dream to get a place of my own and now that I was going to be working full time at the distillery, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have my own apartment, and it wasn’t like I wouldn’t see him every day. If he had his way, we would be together every night anyway.
COOPER
I bet you’d be a brussels sprout.
EVA
Wrong. I’m a sassy little chilli. You either love me or you can’t handle my heat.
COOPER
I can definitely handle your heat.
His reply made my thighs clench chasing the ache he elicited with comments like that.
COOPER
When I get home, I’m going to eat that pussy and then I’m going to watch while you ride me.
I sighed, knowing I was now going to be hot until he came home.
EVA
When do you finish?
COOPER
I have to wait for an after-hours plumber, so probably late tonight, baby.
But I promise I’ll wake you. With my tongue.
Groaning, I sent back my reply telling him I expected nothing less and continued packing.
After another hour had passed, I was restless, bored and missing him more than expected. Even watchingKraftHacks71wasn’t holding my attention, and while I was still laughing at my quiz results stating I was a sassy little chilli, I wanted to prove it to Cooper.
Biting the inside of my lip I pondered how I could get to him faster as an idea came to life. Racing to the bathroom to shower while brewing my spicy little plan, I called Xavier, who would know exactly where to go to make sure I was prepared.
It was late by the time Xavier dropped me at the distillery with a slap on the backside and a wish for good luck. Cooper’s bike sat at the entrance, his serendipitous message that the plumber cancelled, and he would be leaving soon pinging only five minutes earlier.
I was both nervous and excited as I opened the door, ringing the bell at the front desk to grab his attention. I stood near the entrance after locking it behind me. Hidden in the soft lighting saved for the evening hours, my tight navy overalls were zipped low enough to leave very little to the imagination, a red crop top clinging beneath the sexy plumber get-up and a toolbelt clippedlow on my hips. In one hand, I held a bright red plunger like it was my weapon of seduction. I would have laughed at my Halloween style attempt if I wasn’t brimming with anticipation.
I heard his boots, knew he would be confused as to who would be here so late, and wasn’t disappointed when he rounded the corner and froze mid-step. Eyes wide, jaw falling open, he looked like he’d forgotten how to breathe, and I suppressed the giggle desperate to escape. Instead, I opted for self-assuredness, cocking a brow and shifting my weight onto one hip.
“Heard you needed a plumber,” I said, twirling the plunger in a move which screamed awkward brussels sprout more than chilli. “But I think my pipes need cleaning more than yours.”
He blinked, like his brain was buffering, then he dragged a hand down his face with a low, stunned laugh. That wolfish grin which made me weep splitting his face.
