It’s not like I could throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to show her.At least not while a room full of senior citizens—and Greg—discussed alien sex organs around us.She may have let me put my arm around her, but I have a feeling she’d draw the line at my going caveman in front of her book club.
Still, I discreetly adjusted my shirt and leaned forward enough to hide the bulge in my jeans.I would have pulled it off too, but I'd forgotten one thing.The alien porn book club was full of professional meddlers.
“Whatcha hiding there, Liam?”Mr.Patterson’s voice boomed from across the room, calling attention to the very thing I was trying to hide.“There’s no need to be ashamed of getting an erection.These books are meant to titillate, after all.”
I choked on my breath.Erection?Titillate?Those were not words I ever thought I would hear from Mr.Patterson’s mouth; not words I everwantedto hear.
“I don’t think it’s the books that are doing it this time, Edwin,” Nana said, her gaze shifting to Maya.“I’d say it has more to do with the beautiful girl sitting halfway in his lap.”
Mrs.Patterson nodded shrewdly.“That makes sense.They looked awfully cozy when they arrived at the diner together early yesterday morning.”
“Oh, yes.That’s right.”Mr.Patterson snapped his fingers like he’d solved a mystery.“They left the shop together that morning too, didn’t they?Too early for them to be doing any work in the store, I would say.”
I didn’t miss the twinkle in the eyes of every senior citizen in the room, nor did I miss the sneaky glances they cast at each other.This whole thing had been a setup.
Maya leaned closer and whispered behind her hand, “I think the cat’s out of the bag.”
“Impossible,” I murmured back, teasing.“You’d never get Harold into a bag in the first place.”
She snorted a laugh, and it was the best sound in the world.Her laughter sounded better every time I heard it.Maybe I should forget about finding a new job and spend my life finding new ways to make her laugh.
“That’s not what I meant,” she huffed, slapping my chest.“I meantyou and Iare out of the bag.”
I cocked an eyebrow.“Pipsqueak.If Harold wouldn’t fit in the bag, what makes you thinkwewould?”
She let out an exasperated groan.“Listen here, you.”She narrowed her eyes.“I will take that bag, pull it over your head, and hold it tight around your neck until you suffocate.”She blinded me with a brilliant smile that didn’t match the gruesome imagery of her threat.“Theinformationis out there.Is that better, Mr.Literal?”
“I think you’re right,” I said with a chuckle before adding in a more serious tone, “Are you okay with that?”
Maya gestured around the room.“It would probably be best if we tried to keep the below-the-belt stuff private, though.You know, to keep the snoopy seniors out of our business.”
Fair enough.
She placed a hand on my knee to push herself up.“That’s enough, you nosy Nellies.Let’s get this book club meeting back on track before I kick you all out of my shop and force you to hold it next door at Hurley’s Hardware.”
Judging by the way it stirred at the thought, my dicklovedthe idea of being alone in the shop with Maya.I would never expect her to actually kick out the book club, though.She loved it too much.
My dick and I wouldn’t get more time alone with Maya unless we wrapped this meeting up and made it to the end of the workday.But if I was certain of one thing after spending some quality time between Maya’s thighs, it’s that she was worth the wait.
“You heard the woman,” I said, jumping to my feet and clapping my hands together, ignoring the situation in my pants.“Time to talk alien peen!I know I, for one, would love to hear more about the little sucker.”
thirty-one
you’re my witness, Harold
Maya
“Harold,whatonearthare you doing?What is happening right now?”I stared open-mouthed as my antisocial devil cat plodded across the couch, dropped onto Liam’s lap, and rolled over for belly scratches like some kind oflapdog.Narrowing my eyes, I hissed, “Traitor.”
Liam chuckled, rubbing Harold’s fuzzy stomach while the orange turncoat purred like a rusty chainsaw.“Maybe he’s trying to protect me from your murderous intentions.I can’t help it if he likes me better, Pipsqueak.”
“Maybe he should spendlesstime protecting you andmoretime reminding you not to call me Pipsqueak, so I wouldn’t have to keep plotting your untimely demise.”
Liam bent to Harold’s ear and stage-whispered, “You’re my witness, Harold.She’s copping to the death threats.Do you see what I put up with?”He scrubbed an affectionate hand over Harold’s head before easing him onto the floor.
“Oh, hush.”I handed Liam a bowl of cheese balls and dropped onto the couch beside him.“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love my death threats.”
After the book club meeting, Liam and I went our separate ways after agreeing to make dinner for Nana together once I closed the store.Now that Nana was in bed for the night, we were getting ready to have another Alan Rickman movie date.
