Page 111 of The Cornerstone


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I turned my gaze toward Riley. “Shut down the snarky comments.” Folding my hands on the table, I looked to Matt. “You’d best be keeping your ear to the ground if Erin does make an appearance.”

*

Shannon:My brothers just had a conniption about thanksgiving

Will:You can’t tell me this shit and not expect me to hate them

Shannon:I want you to understand that I’m being pulled in different directions

Will:If there is anything I understand about you, it’s that

Will:When you get home tonight, you’re getting undressed, spreading your legs, and telling me all about your day while I lick your pussy

Will:No more worries about any of it, peanut.

Shannon:I’ve heard worse ideas.

*

Will:Question

Shannon:Yes, I am wearing panties.

Will:That wasn’t the question but…I’ll expect to have those panties in my hand when you’re home

Will:Don’t make me tell you twice

Shannon:Oh really?

Will:Are you looking to test me?

Shannon:Perhaps

Will:Do you have any flat shoes? Ones you’d wear to work?

Shannon:Yes but I really don’t want you defiling my shoes

Will:Good. Just checking.

Shannon:Why?

Will:Because you’re not going to be walking right when I’m done with you. Can’t risk breaking an ankle in those heels

Shannon:Idle threats

Will:Hang on a minute. Let me add “buy rope and gag” to my list of things to do this afternoon

*

“How are LissaWynn and Dylan the Girl doing?”

Patrick turned a baleful frown in my direction, and I pressed my fist to my mouth to stifle a laugh. He washatingthis. “They’re my shadows, Shannon. They wait at the door when I use the bathroom. Seriously. They were standing there, with their little notebooks open, earlier this week, and I guess I should’ve been happy they stayed outside. What the fuck did you say to them?”

“They’re attentive. Eager,” I said. “That’s good. Do you know which one is Lissa Wynn and which is Dylan the Girl?”

He squinted at the spreadsheet on his screen, and he murmured, “Not yet.”

“Maybe you’ve needed two assistants all along,” I said, pointing at him with my pen. “This could work out beautifully, and you can stop growling and kicking things. Just think of the money we’ll save on new copiers.”