“Woman, this is man talk.”
I hear a commotion and Julie is on the phone.
“Did you make the moves?” she demands, and I burst out laughing.
“I told Alwin we have a surprise—”
Her scream deafens me. The phone drops out of its perch and nearly goes straight into the pan.
“Jesus, woman!” Alwin and I exclaim.
“Give me that.” The phone is taken, but I can hear her excited squealing in the background. “Christ. Even the baby is scared.”
Our conversation continues several more minutes until I hear the crack and groan of the bedframe and wood groaning under shuffling feet. I hang up just as Isla and Nick slip into the room. My phone is set on the counter and I grin at their disheveled and thoroughly fucked appearances.
“There you are. Morning, buttercup.”
Rather than answer, Nick drops his face and kisses Isla deeply before breaking away and coming towards me.
He tastes like Isla. The delicious flavor of her pussy fills my mouth and I send my tongue deep into my boyfriend’s mouth to get all of it.
In the background, I hear the shower running and I’m guessing Isla has gone to wash the cum and sweat off her skin. Not that it will matter. We’ll just add more.
“Coffee,” Nick grumbles against my mouth.
I snort a chuckle and point in the direction of the machine. “Everything is in the cubby over it.”
He ambles over and I turn back to the pan.
“Who was on the phone?”
We don’t hide things from each other. It’s our main rule. I know he won’t be angry by my choice, but the lawyer in him will point out all the laws I’m breaking.
“Technically, it’s Alwin’s job to investigate people’s taxes. So…” I stress once I finish running him through my plan.
Rather than respond, he turns to the machine. Pours himself a large, black cup. Takes the longest, most painful looking sip. Glowers at me from over the rim. Takes another sip.
“Okay,” he says at last.
I blink. “Okay? Really?”
He shrugs. “I was going to find his house and beat the shit out of him, but this might be better.”
I don’t know whether to be severely turned on or pleased.
I go with pleased, with a sprinkling of aroused.
“I wasn’t going to tell Isla,” I confess, cutting a square of butter and plopping it into the pan. “I don’t want to lie to her but I know she won’t agree.”
Nick glances in the direction of the washroom. “No, she won’t.”
I don’t tell him I was going to get Alwin to look into Macie. But it would only hurt Nick because it would fall on Walker. As oblivious as he may be, Walker is a good guy. I’ll have to think of something else for her.
“People get investigated by the IRS all the time,” I mumble, justifying my guilt.
Nick hums, but says nothing.
I crack an egg in the pan. Watch it sizzle.
