“He cried after you left. It was a sob fest. Now you can run this show by intimidation.”
“I’m not a fighter, I’m a lover.”
“Good to know,” a tossed-gravel voice said as the dreamy scent of leather and sawdust surrounded her. “I’m more of a lover myself.”
Poppy crossed her arms. “Isn’t there some sports-ball you urgently need to hit with a stick?”
He gave an amused smirk. “Puck.”
“Whatever. I was talking to my friend so can you kindly leave?”
“Don’t leave on my account. A good throuple never scared me,” Kiki said, pushing her chair back to kick her feet up on the table as if waiting to watch the fireworks.
“So a lover, huh? Does that extend to the bedroom?” Decker asked, taking the seat next to hers.
She glanced over and met his gaze and, holy cannoli, was he good-looking. Wide, masculine jaw, dark wavy hair, those mesmerizing blue eyes. Then there was that mouth, lush and plump like he’d be a phenomenal kisser.
He leaned in and whispered, “You’re staring again. Trying tofigure out what kind of kisser I’d be? I can assure you I’m a ten out of ten.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Actually, I was just wondering how so much shit can come tumbling out of that trap.”
“I’d give anything for some popcorn right now,” Kiki said, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was eavesdropping.
“Most women call it charm.”
“I’m not most women.”
“I remember.” He said it as if it were a compliment and she couldn’t stop her face from going flush.
Could someone get hot flashes at twenty-seven? Because surely that’s what this was. It couldn’t be a reaction to his nearness.
“Have you read the agenda yet? I think you’ll find it interesting. Especially item three.”
A bead of nerves burned in her belly. She snatched up her agenda and skipped to item three.
“This says we are both sleeping on the property?” she squawked. “When did this become a thing?”
He lifted a brow and waggled it. “Why? Are you afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?”
“I can control myself fine.”
“You sure about that?” Kiki asked. “You’re already looking a little flushed.”
“Whose side are you on?” she asked her former best friend.
“Yours. It’s just he has such a compelling argument.” Kiki, who with her exposed arms exhibited enough ink to write the entire encyclopedia, leaned in and whispered-hissed, “It has been a while. Vibrators only take you so far.”
“Can you not talk about my sex life in public?” Poppy snapped.
Decker sat back in his chair with his arms crossed and his legs man-splayed all the way out. “Don’t stop on my account.”
“This is going to happen over my dead body.”
Decker shrugged a big shoulder. “Everyone’s into their own form of kink.”
“It’s not my kink. I’d just never sleep with you.”
“You’re so caught up with the idea of me in your bed that you missed that part? I nearly missed it, too. Good thing we’re on the same page.”
