“Probably. Sounded boring. I tuned out.”
He opens the closet, and steps inside.
I can hear him rummaging around in his bag as I go around the bed to get to the closet.
“Hm,” he murmurs. “Starting to run out of clothes here.”
I look at the laundry basket on the closet door.
I guess it’s kind of full.
It was made for a single person’s laundry, and now there are five of us in this suite.
“I’m not sure how often they empty the staff laundry. I can ask Katie and get this picked up.”
“Oh cool. You have laundry service here,” he says, as he puts on a pair of boxer briefs.
“Yeah, it’s one of my jobs with the kitchen staff.”
“Well, I can’t say I’m jealous. Going to the laundrette with Jay when we were younger was a pain in the ass. I shrunk so many sweaters before I realized I wasn’t supposed to be machine drying them.”
I snort, and he grins at me, before shaking out a pair of pants.
“They were cute-baby-sized. Maybe I should have kept them.”
“I don’t think babies usually wear sweaters.”
“You thinkourbabies will be like all the other babies?” he sounds completely offended.
I watch as he pulls on his pants. He’s still smiling. Clearly, he’s joking.
“Um … No?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
He sighs as he pulls on a sweater. “Okay, fine. No cashmere for the babies. They can wear onesies like all the other regular littlest humans.”
“Good. I think that’s for the best.”
I open my underwear drawer, and his eyes light up.
“Ooh, wear these,” he says, taking out a pair of silky pink panties.
“Sure.” I take them out of his hand and put them on.
They feel nice, even if they’re a bit on the skimpy side.
“No bra,” he tries, starting to close the drawer.
“I need to talk to a cop today, Harper. I’m wearing a bra.”
“Dang,” he murmurs, “Fine. Let me see what you’ve got.”
Of course, he picks out a back fastening one.
It’s darker pink than the panties but I guess it kind of matches.
“You can fasten it for me,” I tell him, putting my arms through the straps and turning around.
He takes his time, because it means he gets to feel me up a little before I’m wearing an item he’d rather I didn’t want to put on. It’s cute how he fakes offence to random things. It makes everything more fun. And I could use a whole lot more fun today.
