She even offered some protection for Bobbi as a sweetener. Ha! The day I can’t protect her is the day I quit living. Mom thinks she got me because of my unease with Trey, but he hasn’t been around since our encounter a few days back. Hopefully, he’s busy with his job. Or he’s found the love of his life—who happens to live in Riyadh or Lahore or some other place far, far away from Los Angeles.
Bobbi turns toward me, rubbing her eyes. “Who’s that?” Her voice is husky with sleep.
“Nobody important.”
A beat passes. A flick of a switch, and the lamp by her side of the bed casts a warm glow over us. “And this unimportant person has your number?”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so dismissive.” That isn’t the kind of future relationship she wants. “It was my mother.”
“Shouldn’t you have answered it?”
“No. She just wants me to do some chores.”But of course Bobbi will wonder why I’m unwilling to be nice to my mom.“At her house in Dubai.”
Bobbi blinks. “In Dubai? As inthe Middle East?”
“Yeah. It’ll take at least a week.” Probably longer, although that isn’t something I’m willing to discuss in detail. “And I’m not spending a week overseas when I promised to be with you.”
“But if she’s calling, you might be the only person who can help.”
I shake my head. “There are plenty of people who can do it. I already gave her several referrals. She just wants to be difficult about it.”
“Maybe she misses you, and this is her way of getting you to visit.”
It’s hard to keep a straight face. “Uh, yeah, Mom’s not the most gregarious person.” If Bobbi knew what Mom is really like, she’d never think that. On the other hand, if she knew what my mother is really like, she wouldn’t be in bed with me. Who wants a sociopath for a mother-in-law?
On my birthdays, she sends me bullets. On Mother’s Day, she wants nothing but knives. Christmas? The only thing stopping her from giving me the names of all the people she wants dead is the fact that I only do sanctioned kills.
“Besides, I visited her a few weeks ago,” I say. “And this isn’t about her needing me to pay for something. She as loaded as I am.” She has plenty of assets to choose from. It doesn’t have to be me, even if I’m one of the better and more convenient tools. “She just likes to see me jump when she snaps her fingers, regardless of my availability.”
Bobbi grows quiet, then finally nods and cuddles with me. The little knot in my gut eases, and I enjoy the simple pleasure of her warmth. I hold her close, then slowly rub my cock against the taut skin of her belly, my palm skimming over her back, then cupping her ass. Her breathing quickens.
Lust starts to build. But I want her for intimacy and closeness, not just orgasms. And now that it’s the weekend, we have plenty of time to indulge ourselves.
“What time is it?” she asks sleepily.
I’m more interested in feeling her up than checking the time. “I don’t know. Eight-forty?” It was eight-thirty-ish when Mom called, so close enough.
“Shit!” Bobbi jumps up, pushing my hands off.
“What?” I ask, but immediately focus at the sight of her nude body rushing toward the bathroom. That ass, those legs… I sit back and enjoy the view.
“I’m late!”
“Late? It’s Saturday.” Maybe she has the days confused.
“For lunch with your family!”
“I told you, they’re coming here. Come back to bed.” I pat the spot next to me invitingly. A sadly wasted gesture since she doesn’t bother to look in my direction.
“Even so, I’m still late. And no, I’m not going back to bed.”
“I’ll be quick.” I sound like the devil tempting Eve.Just one bite, pretty lady.
Bobbi knows me too well. “Ha! I don’t believe you.”
She slips into the ensuite bathroom. I jump off the mattress and hurry toward her. “Okay, well… Let’s shower together.”
Her gaze drops to my erection. A hint of wistfulness passes over her, and I smile. She lifts her eyes to my face, and something firms in her expression. With an I-don’t-think-so smile, she shuts the door in my face. A metallic click says I’m locked out.
