“Emily is bugging me about your dinner invitation. Would you like to join us for pizza tomorrow night?”
“I’d love to. ButI’mbringing dinner this time.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I insist.”
“Oh, I love it when you get all growly and bossy,” she teased. “Fine. I like extra cheese. Sadly, my daughter is a major carnivore, so the more meat, the merrier.”
“But not you?”
“Oh, I like meat.”
The way she said that made his body tighten all over.
“I like my sausage especially juicy. And plump.”
That easily, he started to sweat. “Stop it. I’m at work, woman.”
She laughed, the sound of her enjoyment making his heart race. Not from arousal, but from the sheer joy in hearing her so happy. The sex they’d shared had definitely made him feel closer to her. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.
“What time tomorrow night?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
“How about six? Is that too early?”
“Perfect. I’ll bring drinks too.”
“Reggie, you don’t have to. It’s our invitation to dinner.”
“Root beer okay?”
She sighed. “Fine. But don’t think this means you can set the table too. Emily and I will do that. And you’ve met my daughter. If you think you can railroad her as easily as you did me, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Trust me, I have no misconceptions about the dictator you live with.”
He could almost hear her grinning.
“Awesome.” Maggie said, “I can’t wait to see you again. I miss you.”
Those three words meant so much. “Me too. Missing you, I mean.”
“But I’ll be good when you’re here. No messing around. No sly innuendos or sucking too hard on a straw. No grabbing your crotch. No licking anything or downing a whole kielbasa while you watch.”
His cock was rock hard.
“No, sir. None of that. Just good, clean fun with my little girl to monitor us.”
Some way, somehow, he’d get her alone and make her pay for taunting him. Whole kielbasa?Fuck.
“Hey, Reggie. You still there? All I hear is a lot of heavy breathing.”
“You little witch. I’m so going to make you pay.”
“Mommy!” he heard in the background. “Who are you talking to? Is it Frank? Is it Reggie? Can I talk to him?”
“Who?” Maggie asked. “To Frank or Reggie?” Then she chuckled and said, “It’s Reggie. Reggie, can Emily talk to you?”
“Sure.” He waited.
