ClickTease: Hmmm, well maybe I’ll think about it. I’m home now, so I guess I’ll see what happens. Talk later!
At that moment,I hear the apartment door knob rattle as she unlocks it.
Shit! I toss my phone aside and hop onto the couch and pose myself so that I look relaxed and casual. Not like I’ve been waiting for her to get home. Just chilling with dinner, ready to have a friendly, platonic evening that maybe ends with both of us naked…
The door swings open and Rylee comes strolling inside. She pauses when she sees me, her cheeks turning red again. Fucking adorable.
“Hey,” she murmurs, her eyes dropping to the food. “What’s this?”
“I got us dinner,” I explain, cool, calm, and collected. “I figured it’s been a long day and we could just… chill.”
The corners of her mouth quirk up into a small smile and she drops her gaze, looking almost shy. Holy shit… why does that make my dick twitch?
“Okay,” she nods. “Let me, um, just go change into something more comfortable.”
“Sure.”
She disappears down the hall and Gizmo suddenly pops up onto the back of the couch, startling me.
“Fuck! Don’t do that.” I whisper as I point a finger at him, but he nips at it and I jerk it back. “I need you to be cool tonight, okay? Don’t be your usual demon-like self. Please? Do this for me, and I’ll get you so much catnip, you’ll be higher than Snoop Dog.”
He tilts his head and studies me, as if he can understand me. Can he? Sometimes I’m not sure.
Without responding - because duh, he’s a freaking cat - Gizmo hops off the couch and trots to a pillow on the floor, curling up on top of it.
Well, damn… maybe he can understand me.
I hear Rylee returning and force myself to relax again.
“Okay, so what did you get?” she asks, coming into view.
For a moment, the world comes to a stop. She’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and silky pink pj shorts. It’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra as her perky nipples are outlined in her shirt, and the shorts are sooooooo short, I get a peek of the bottom of her ass cheeks as she sits down next to me.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me right now?
I subtly move a blanket over my lap as I clear my throat and answer her question.
“Um… I got some sweet and sour chicken and… uh… mongolian beef… rice… I got rice.”
She gives me an arched brow look and chuckles. “Okay, weirdo. That sounds good.”
“Help yourself,” I choke out. Scrambling for the remote, I say, “Do you want to watch a movie?”
She smiles. “Sure! What did you have in mind?”
“You pick.” I hand her the remote and she looks a little stunned.
“You want me to pick?”
I nod. “Why not? Just don’t choose anything lame.”
She rolls her eyes. “You just sit back and let me drive.”
I watch as she starts flicking through the different streaming apps, finally settling on one and scrolling through the action movie options.
She finds aMission Impossiblemovie and looks at me. “How about this one?”
“Eh, they’re fine, but they’re just vanity projects for Tom Cruise at this point.”
