"Stay away from McKenna if you care about me at all," I told her.
I watched her wander away in her high heels. I wondered if I should tell Garrett our mother was still here. I didn't want to deal with them all jumping down my throat like they had when Meghan told us about the fact that McKenna was the landowner of the strip mall.
Hazel was sprawled on the couch asleep when I went upstairs.
"We seriously need a different place to hook up," I muttered as I picked her up and put her to bed.
* * *
When I wokeup the next morning, Hazel was already up and gone. Yawning, I wandered downstairs. Hazel had a pile of sandwiches sitting on the counter in front of her.
"Geez, do you always wake up so early?"
Hazel blinked at me. "I've already made five hundred sandwiches, emailed with several muralists, and been on the Facebook group of the art walk sculpture artists."
I reached out to grab a sandwich.
"These are for selling," she said lightly, batting my hand away.
"Ida won't mind," I said, snatching a sandwich. "She likes me."
I snapped a picture of myself shirtless and texted it to Hazel's phone. "Show that to Ida if she complains."
* * *
Since Hazel wason a roll for the Art Zurich Expo, we went over to the Mast Brothers' chocolate factory to brainstorm for the gala.
"Ah!" I said, inhaling when we stepped out of my sports car. "Soon you will be mine!"
"I thought you said it was under option," Hazel said, hopping out of the car with an enormous bag filled with lord only knew.
"I'm buying it," I said. "I don't care what Greg and Mike say. They're Debbie Downers."
"Where should we have the gala?" Hazel asked, pulling a notepad out of her bag and flipping to a blank page.
"I think in Building A. It has these really cool windows," I said, "and a mezzanine that looks out over the space."
We walked around the large building. Hazel took pictures and notes. Then she stood in the space, sketching. The sun streamed in through the windows, lighting up the halo of hair in her messy French roll.
"I want another vantage point," Hazel said, heading to the mezzanine stairs. "This is safe to use, right?"
"Olivia came out and did an assessment," I said as we walked upstairs. Lining the mezzanine were the old supervisors' offices. They'd been cleared of most of the furniture; however, the antique oak desks were still in the offices.
Hazel looked out over the courtyard space with the old railroad tracks. "This is such a great complex."
I was too busy admiring her curvy figure to look outside.
Hazel turned slightly and caught me staring. "You know," she said. "This convention center still needs to be christened."
"Why, Hazel," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "I do believe I might be a bad influence on you."
Hazel leaned against the desk. She took a breast out of her lacy bra and pinched her nipple. I was immediately hard.
"Isn't this what you wanted to see?" Hazel asked. "You wanted to watch me touch myself."
I swallowed. My pants were uncomfortably tight. I eased the zipper down. Hazel slowly teased up her skirt to expose the lace panties she was wearing.
"You wanted to watch me do a little finger painting. Thinking about you bending me over and sticking that big cock inside me makes me so wet," Hazel purred. She pulled her panties to the side and stroked herself.
