But, fuck, Addy was cute last night.
“That’s it,” I grunt and push back from my desk while starting to stand.
The knock on my door makes me pause. Needing to hide how hard I get thinking about my woman has me sitting and sliding back into place under the desk.
“Come in,” I grit out through my teeth, more than a little annoyed at whoever just stopped me from stalking out of my office and tracking down my woman.
The door swings open and reveals Sin. She’s wearing a thong and fishnet fingerless gloves which are long and go up her arms. As if they would replace wearing a shirt.
Okay. Yeah. I’m seeing exactly what my woman was trying to point out to me the other night.
Why would a woman, one who isn’t an angel, want to hang out here? When this is what they have to look at all the time?
I’m getting too old for this shit, and I definitely should have figured it out on my own. But, then again, that’s the plus of having an Old Lady. We need the softness they bring and the expectations. We need them.
“What do you want, Sin?” I growl the question and what should be intimidating seems to be an invitation to her.
She steps deeper into the room and pushes the door almost closed, but not quite. I want to arch my eyebrow in question, but I don’t. I keep my face neutral and impassive, watching.
Waiting.
She’s up to something and it becomes glaringly obvious when she purrs, “I thought now would be a good time to slip in and give you what you really need, what you’ve been craving.”
When she laces her fingers together in front of her, like she’s some coy maiden, her tits squish together and bounce a little as she approaches my desk. She’s cautious, but not nearly enough.
“I know you’ve been missing me,” her words are husky, but there’s a hint of desperation in her tone which makes this whole scene sad, and not even a little bit sexy.
“Sin,” I click my tongue and shake my head, “you’re making the wrong decision here.”
“No,” Sin breathes out. She reaches up and cups her tits as if that would be enough to entice me.
Maybe it would have been. Before.
Before Addyson burst through the doors of my clubhouse and changed everything. Maybe then I would have gladly slipped my chair back and made room for Sin to show me what she’s got.
The thing is, Addysondidburst through the doors of my clubhouse.
And my cock is not even a little bit interested in whatever bullshit Sin thinks is so enticing about her. It’s nothing I’ll be missing.
“You want me,” Sin’s voice is a plea. “You’ve always wanted me.”
“Things change,” Addyson slides into the room with a sigh, resignation in her voice along with embers that could turn into rage.
I hold my hands up like this is a stick-up and she’s holding a revolver and talking like the lead in a bad mobster movie. The corner of Addy’s mouth twitches as she looks at me before her focus locks in on Sin.
Well, fuck.
I can see this going badly. Very fucking badly.
Not that I give a shit about what happens to Sin. She’s continued to push boundaries and now she’s crossed the line.
“Mayhem,” my woman coos my name with a voice that has every part of me sitting up and taking note.
“Yes, Tempest?”
“What would you say about me instituting a new rule around here?”
Sin’s mouth falls open for a split second before her lips curl into a smile that looks like hard-won victory but is far too presumptuous. “You don’t get to make rules around here,” Sin says it like she knows best.
