“I’m not fucking you,” she says through clenched teeth.
“Not this morning,” I correct.
Her shoulders move closer to her ears, fists clenching where they’re crossed in front of her.
“What do you want?”
“Aside from you?”
Because getting a rise out of her is my favorite game I’ve ever played, I stop talking to make her respond.
“Yes.” The word barely grits out through pursed lips.
“Can I hit your bathroom? Came here on a full tank.” Put a hand to my abdomen, mostly so she’s forced to look there and remember what’s beneath my shirt, how much fun she had getting up close and personal with all of me.
“You seriously can’t hold it the two minute drive?”
“You’re going to make me risk it?”
“Fine, but you have to clean up the water you made me spill.”
I follow her into what mynonnawould call a sitting room, though in Lexi’s it seems like no one but plants gets the option to have a seat, and steer clear of the fat droplets of water that have decorated at least half the floor.
Thrusting a roll of paper towels at me, Lexi maintains that look of irritation, even as I drop to my knees and begin wiping up the spill.
“So you’re a plant mom?”
“Don’t try to make small talk.”
“Should I make you scream instead?”
She snorts before retorting, “Looking at you is enough to make me scream.”
“The sight of me on my knees is really doing it for you, huh?” I wink up at her and grin as her foot actually stomps in front of me.
“Pee and get out. I need to get ready.”
“What are you doing with your day off, Boss?”
“Some me time.” Her tone offers nothing additional.
Following the direction she flung her arm in, I find my way to her bathroom and make use of the facilities, just so I’m not a liar.
It’s when I’m washing my hands in her bowl sink, the gilded oval mirror on the darkly wallpapered surface behind it reflecting one hell of a knowing smirk back at me, that I notice.
On the counter next to the sink and a bottle of something simply labeled “toy cleaner” is an entire selection of delightfullittle friends. At least three I can vividly picture what they’re for—one is going to have me stretching the limits of my creative thought until I can get an answer—plus a plug.
I knew she liked a little something in the back door. I mean, her exploding in my mouth told me that already, but this just shows she didn’t get enough that night.
Ways I can give her more in that department paint the canvas of my imagination, and when I leave the bathroom it’s with my cheeks nearly splitting from my smile.
What a way to spend your day off, Boss. Your chef approves.
Lexi’s intent couldn’t be clearer, the way she’s standing by the front door, held wide open and waiting for me—apparently completely unconcerned with the plethora of swooping, buzzing insects the size of small birds that live in her front yard getting in, as long as I get the fuck out.
After that evidence that I’mdeepinside Lexi where it counts, knowing she can’t get rid of me just by having me walk out of her house, I’m looking forward to seeing her once again even more than I already was.
“Thanks so much,” I say, bowing forward slightly in thanks, then grabbing my backpack from the floor of the entrance and throwing it over one shoulder. “Just had to tell you, your counters in the bathroom are absolutely beautiful.”
