“I cooked it.”
“Did I even have all the stuff to make this?” I asked around a mouthful of the most delicious cheesy omelette I’d ever had.
Damn! The boy could cook.
“So, you’re away this weekend?”
“Yep. Back Sunday afternoon. You busy Sunday night?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh okay. No worries.”
“Luca.” He looked up over the rim of his mug. “I’m busy with you.” I must’ve said the right thing, because his scowl faded, and he perked back up.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Luca kissed me so thoroughly I seriously considered changing my underwear before I went to school. We’d agreed to chat while he was away and get together Sunday, something I was looking forward to more than I was ready to admit. I waited until he drove away until I climbed into my own car and called Jax.
When it went to voicemail, I hung up and hit redial.
“Bitch, you better be lying in a gutter right now,” he grumbled, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could just picture him lying there in his cupcake pyjamas, his arm dramatically draped over his eyes, like the morning sun would turn him to ash.
“Ha ha. Wake up. I need to talk to you.”
“Call back later. Jaxson isn’t awake yet.”
“Jaxson! I don’t have time for you to be a drama llama this morning. I’m on my way to school.”
“Fine!” he said with a huff. “What’s so important you need to interrupt my beauty sleep?”
“I slept with Luca,” I said quickly.
“Tramp!” Jaxson exclaimed, suddenly sounding a lot perkier.
“Jealous?”
“Hell yeah, I’m jealous. But forget about me, how was he? As big as he looks? More than a mouthful? And tell me, does he know what to do with it? I bet he does. Guys that look like that know exactly what to do.”
“Speaking from experience, are you?”
“Only from my dreams, sweetheart. Come on. Spill. Does he manscape?”
“You did not just ask me about Luca’s grooming habits, did you?” Part of me was shocked, but then I remembered who I was talking to and realised I should’ve known better.
“Elise! Focus! Don’t make me come to your classroom and ask you for a detailed description of Luca’s schlong in front of a room full of eight-year-olds!”
“Schlong?” I couldn’t help but giggle at that one.
“He was perfect. In and out of the bedroom.”
“Perfect? Perfect? Perfect doesn’t tell me anything. Width? Girth?”
“Oh my god, Jax! I need cocktails to deal with you. Let’s just say I won’t be forgetting anything about last night anytime soon.Anything. He knows exactly how to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve never been so proud of you. I’m like a proud papa right now.”
“Why?”
“Cos, honey, you dusted off your coochie and rode that Italian stallion.”
