“Say it,” she says.
“Say what?” I laugh.
“Tell me to open.”
My whole face heats, and my dick twitches. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were one trying to make me forget all about breakfast.”
She giggles. “Say it.” The corner of her mouth tips up.
“Open,” I command, and she does. She sucks my finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, cleaning off all the batter. My dick throbs below my sweats, and I replacemy finger with my mouth. Her lips part, and she tastes like vanilla. “And you say I’m a bad influence,” I tease, pulling away.
“I never said I was a good one. And I can’t help it. I like it when you’re a little bossy.”
I let out a loud laugh and move away, continuing to prepare the waffles.
“I just want you to be happy,” she says, returning to the work conversation. “So, if that means you stay at Austere then I’ll support you, but if you aren’t happy there, then I think you should try talking to Jerry again.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“What does your mom think?” she asks, sipping her coffee.
I pour the batter into the waffle iron and close the lid.
“I don’t know. I think she was part of the reason he even entertained me becoming CEO, but she’s so wrapped up with my little sister and work that we don’t talk about this kind of stuff.”
“Have you tried?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I love my parents, but they aren’t really the kind that you talk to about how you’re feeling.”
“I hate that,” she says. “What about your sister?”
“Bella is young. She’s only sixteen.”
“I didn’t realize she was still in high school.”
“Yep, my mom struggled to get pregnant after me. I was almost fourteen when she was born.”
“That’s crazy. I can’t imagine having a sibling that much younger than me. Growing up, Cody and I were inseparable. He’s only a year younger than me, so most of the time people thought we were twins. Was it hard to have that big of an age gap?”
“Mitch and I were always really protective of her and loved spoiling her when we were still at home, but then I moved out for school, and she has her own life. She’scheerleading captain and trying to decide where she wants to go to college. You remember what it was like being that young. I don’t want to weigh her down with the drama between my dad, brother, and me. I know it’s always bothered her.”
She nods, and I remove a waffle from the iron before pouring in more batter.
“Your family seems great,” I say.
“Ha!” she laughs. “They are pretty great, but I think every family has their stuff. After Cody’s accident, we all did a lot of family counseling and therapy. It made us a much stronger unit, but they still don’t understand why it’s so important for me to save for the camps. I think they’d rather me live in a super nice apartment than save.”
“I think the camps are an incredible idea,” I say. “I went to sleep away camp every summer as a kid, and those are some of my favorite memories.”
“Cody and I did sleep away camp too.” She smiles.
“Did y’all’s have a talent show? That was always my favorite part.”
“Did we have a talent show?” she asks, dramatically, grasping her chest. “Cody and I were talent show champions for three summers in a row. We were so good that someone actually tried to go to the director of the camp and say we shouldn’t be able to perform together because we were in different age groups.” She laughs.
“What was your talent?” I ask, removing another waffle and pouring more batter into the iron.
“Magic and comedy,” she says, laughing. “We’d practice for months leading up to camp, and the whole routine was so silly. We were the world’s worst magicians, so we made it part of the bit, and it killed every time. Cody’s timing was hilarious.”
