Arianna: Well just say thank you then
Why’d she need to bust my balls all the time? It was no wonder I’d spent a couple of years hiding out on the other side of the world. It kept my sticky beak sisters out of my business. The problem was this time, they’d done me a favour. Walking through the house, every room, except my bedroom, thankfully, seemed like it’d had a makeover.
Sienna: What do you think?
Luca: Looks really good
Luca: Thanks
Sienna: See, Ari, told ya he’d love it
Arianna: Yeah yeah
Luca: Why?
Mum: Why what?
Luca: Why’d you girls do it?
Sienna: Cos now you’re going to be home all the time, it needed to feel like a home. Not a hotel room
Arianna: Besides, you can’t bring anyone home to that
Izzy: And we like Elise
Now it was starting to make sense. Bloody busy bodies.
Luca: STAY OUT OF IT
Luca: I’m serious girls. I love you but you need to butt out
Arianna:
Elise and I were still figuring it out. We hadn’t had enough time to put a label on it. I was definitely interested in spending time with her as soon as we could find some to change that, but the last thing I needed was interference. Especially from my sisters.
When my phone fell silent, I threw it on my bed and headed for the shower. I’d just stepped out and wiped the mirror, when a knock at the door shocked me. Fuck I hoped it wasn’t my sisters and their kids. I was too tired to play host tonight. All I wanted to do was collapse on the lounge and watch some mindless TV. Dealing with people wasn’t high on my agenda.
The knock came again, and with a groan, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to answer it. Yanking it open, I almost tore it off its hinges.
“What?”
“Well, that’s not exactly the hello I was expecting,” Elise retorted, propping out her hip.
Looking down at the woman staring up at me, all the exhaustion and agitation evaporated from my body. It wasn’t the only thing I felt either. There was a definite twitch of my cock beneath the thin cotton towel. Elise was effortlessly beautiful. Her hair was piled up in a messy knot on the top of her head. She wore a pair of jeans, white runners, and a grey knitted sweater. Nothing fancy, but it was perfect.
“Elise!” I breathed, gripping the knot at my hip tighter.
“I thought you might be tired when you got home, so I picked up pizza.” She thrust the box out between us, and I could smell the tomato and cheese and my stomach groaned. I hadn’t even thought about food if I was being honest. “Take it. I’ll catch up with you later.” Elise turned to leave, but my brain finally kicked in. Before she managed to scurry away, I reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Home.”
“You’re not staying?”
“You’re tired.”
“I’m fine.”
