You did it!the sticker that had appeared on my chest screamed in bright-pink letters.
“This is a very pricey sticker,” Lexi said, rubbing it. “But you earned it.”
She added two more sparkly pink hearts to my chest. I peeled one off and stuck it on her nose then traced my finger down to her lip, memorizing her face.
“You know,” I said, just to see her smile, “since the movie theater is already in the penthouse, it would be wasteful not to use it. And you did say you knew how to make popcorn, right?”
“There’s that silver lining!” Lexi whooped and pressed playful kisses all over my face while I basked in her happiness.
She sat up and pulled my shirt back on. There was something highly appealing about seeing her in my clothes. I admired the curve of her breasts under the white fabric. Then I caressed her ass as she swung her legs off the bed. She tiptoed across the floor to the dresser.
“That rug can’t get here soon enough,” she said as she pawed through the underwear drawer, pulled out a pair of boxers, and slipped them on.
“If you get inspired to do more online shopping,” Lexi called, skipping out of the master suite into the hallway, “some fuzzy unicorn slippers sure would be a nice addition to this monument to existential dread.”
I barked out a laugh and pulled on a pair of sweatpants then strode out to find her.
Gizzy trudged after me, his long scaly body sliding across the floor. He paused at the stairs.
“Go use the elevator if you’re so smart,” I told the iguana.
He paced like he was going to make a jump for it to the chandelier.
“Not on my watch.”
I picked up the huge lizard. His clawed feet made bicycle motions as I carried him quickly down the stairs and set him on the floor.
I didn’t see Lexi in the kitchen or the living room. I grabbed a bottle of wine and glasses then crossed through the ballroom. I cut through the butler’s pantry and catering kitchen then out past the music room. Off a side hallway was a small dark room.
I paused for a moment when I opened the door.
No windows. Claustrophobic.
Pop pop pop.
Gizzy raced by me, attracted by the smell of hot oil popcorn and butter.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been in here. There was still plastic on the popcorn maker,” Lexi marveled as white fluffy kernels filled a square glass case.
The microwave dinged.
“I had no idea this was all here,” I said as she pulled a glass beaker of butter out of the microwave.
“Sure must be nice to forget a whole two hundred square feet you own in Manhattan,” she said, scooping the freshly made popcorn into a bowl and pouring the butter over it.
I uncorked the wine and poured her a glass then carried both glasses to where she was sitting on the long leather couch in front of a projection screen that spanned the entire wall in front of us.
Lexi steepled her hands and drummed her fingers together.
“What’s that look?” I asked, suspicious.
“Am I,” she grinned maniacally, “about to pop your movie cherry?”
“I’ve seen movies before,” I scoffed.
“In a theater?”
“Marius dragged me to a few in college. He wanted me to be more social.”
