I bite my lip, thinking of how I didn’t know it was Caleb untilafterI came.
He can never know.
“She’s sleeping,” he grumbles now, but quickly gets drowned out by three irate women.
“She wasn’t answering my text messages.” That’s Mor.
“Look, we’re just worried about her.” Sweet Emily.
“Why don’t you go to the bar across the street and get sometea. Let us girls have a chat.”
I cringe, slapping my hand against my face.
“Barbara,” I growl quietly. Now he knows that she knows, because I obviously told her.
“How can I say no to that?” Caleb drawls lazily. “Why don’t you ladies get settled in the living room. I’ll make some brunch while Basia showers.”
“Ooh,food. Yes, please.” That was the pregnant lady.
Caleb’s head pops in, and he snorts when he sees my face is on fire.
“We’ll talk about you telling Barbara, of all people, later.” His voice drops an octave. “I’ll also show you all the pictures and videos I took later.”
I clench my thighs together and bite my lip.
“What’s on them?” I breathe, curious despite being embarrassed. Did he say he used a beer bottle last night? Lunatic!
He winks at me, looking proud of himself. “Stuff I plan on jerking off to while you’re busy at work.”
“Oh my god, you’re insane,” I groan, covering my face with both hands.
Caleb laughs, the sound sending butterflies pirouetting in my stomach.
“Go shower,” he says bossily. “You’re covered in baby oil and cum.”
“Oh. My. God,” I repeat, then flip over and burrow my face into the pillow. My traitorous pussy gives an incessant pulse of lust.
I yelp when he walks over and his palm lands on my ass.
“I’ll feed the horde, but hurry up. They scare the shit out of me, and I’m armed.”
I can’t help but laugh at the visual. The big, strong, highly trained bodyguard, scared of two kindergarten teachers and a pregnant woman. Priceless.
“Yuck it up,” he mutters, his footsteps retreating into the hallway.
I extricate myself from my covers, ignoring the very largewet spot, empty beer bottle, my aluminum-free deodorant, and… is that my fucking rolling pin?
I guess fucking rolling pin is right.
“Shut up, whore,” I grumble at myself. I grab fresh clothes and practically sprint into the bathroom, lest one of the girls come looking for me here at the scene of the crime.
∞∞∞
“This is sooo good,” Barbara says with a ravenous groan. Since her mouth is full of eggs Benedict, it comes out more likeptho guth.
I tie my hair back, laughing at her as I approach the spread on my coffee table. How he got everything set up so perfectly this fast is beyond me.
“Any left for me?”
