Alex remains neutral, but I know him. Inside he's laughing like a motherfucker, and he will when they leave.
"It's time for you to leave," she tells them, holding open the front door.
I smile. "Yeah, get out. Don't come back, either."
"That's right. Not until…," she looks at me, pauses, "not until Monday."
I raise my brows and smile like a lovesick fool.
Neither of them moves. Alex and Mark stare with open mouths.
"Go on," Audra urges.
"Wow. Did you two actually talk?" Mark taunts.
"We did," Audra informs him matter-of-factly. "Now if you'd get the hell out of here, we'd like to stop talking with our mouths and use our bodies."
"That's so hot," Alex mutters as he walks out the door.
"Hot damn. I need a chick like Audra," Mark starts. "Are you sure it's Derrick you want, and not me?"
Audra slaps her hand to his chest when he moves toward her, then she pushes him backward. "Out. You're not even a blip on the radar."
"I'm wounded."
"You'll get over it. Enter this house before Monday morning and I'll see to it every girl you've got lined up knows about the others," she threatens.
"Really harsh."
"Deal with it out there. Bye!" she closes the door in their faces, locks it and the deadbolt, plus the chain, then turns and leans back against it. "Your friends are a pain in the ass."
I nod, grinning, starting to laugh because, holy Jesus, she's perfect.
"Let's go, 007. Show me those moves."
"Baby, I'll show you more than moves. I'll show you paradise."
"Words. All I hear are words… more kissing and nakedness needs to be happening," she informs me.
I lean down and put her over my shoulder, she squeals then laughs as I carry her into the bedroom. I lay her on the bed, like a buffet spread before me.
"You really look fucking amazing in my bed. Now, let's get you naked."
