I soaped up a washcloth and gently rubbed the remainder of our dessert fun off.
As I went to put the shampoo in my hand to wash my hair, a delicate hand stopped me. Evelyn turned around to face me. “It’s my turn to take care of you.” She pressed the pump for the shampoo to her palm and instructed me to turn around. We both chuckled when I had to squat down so she could reach the top of my head.
After we were both clean and getting out of the shower, I heard the ringtone of my cell phone. Cursing, I wrapped a towel on my hips and grabbed my phone on the dresser, answering the call and walked onto the patio so I could talk in private.
“Yeah?” My voice sounded harsher than I intended.
“Well hello to you too.” Ricci’s condescending tone came through the earpiece.
“I told you that I was away. What do you need?” My tone was clipped.
“I need your help with a shipment,” he said, ignoring my annoyed tone.
“That sounds like a you problem, Ricci.” I tried to keepmy voice low but knew it was futile. The madder I got, the louder I got.
“Tsk, tsk, ya know, I expect more respect from you.”
“Do not speak to me about respect, you filthy cockroach. Either tell me what you want or get the fuck off the phone.” I couldn’t hold in my anger.
Ricci laughed. “Oh,ragazzino, no need for name calling.”
The nerve this man had to call me “little boy.” I felt my rage go from simmering to boiling.
“If you don’t want any future issues with your shipments to Mexico, I would suggest you listen to me and help.”
I clenched my jaw to the point I thought my jaw would break. “What do you need?” I seethed.
TWENTY-FIVE
EVELYN
“Phantom, there's no way in hell I’m wearing this!” Zombie complained as he held the pink t-shirt that read,Down to DEFCON.
Buddha walked into the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “I don’t know, Z, I think this shirt is pretty awesome.” He looked down at his own pink t-shirt that he had cut into a tank top. “I think pink is our color.”
Zombie rolled his eyes. “You don’t even understand computers, but yet you are wearing a shirt that only makes sense to computer people!”
“Z, if we all have to wear the shirt, you have to wear the shirt. Now quit your bitchin’ and put the shirt on so we can get this photo over with,” Badger said, slapping him on the back of his head.
Zombie groaned in protest, while I just sat in my conference chair and chuckled.
Aaron walked in with Chief, both not mentioning the bright-pink shirts they were wearing. Aaron noticed me and walked over to press a kiss to my cheek. “Hi beautiful.”
I smiled at him. Anxiety and guilt roared through mybody. I had come to Domino’s Gym right after I landed so I could give everyone an update, along with making them take a picture in the ridiculous shirts.
Kade had been quiet on the flight home. We’d entertained ourselves by joining the mile-high club in the plane’s private bedroom, but other than some orgasms, we hadn’t really talked much.
Everything had been tense since the phone call he had taken last night.
Grabbing the team, we went into the main work out room where Badger was handing Machine her phone to take a picture of us. Thankfully, everyone here knew that everyone who worked at Dominos were close friends, so taking a picture together wouldn’t seem all that off base.
“Bunny, I know how to take a picture. You hit the button and bam, it’s done,” Machine teased.
Badger didn’t hesitate to shove him playfully and roll her eyes.
The team all gathered together and smiled. After a few moments of Machine playing with the phone Badger yelled, “Tool, just take the fucking photo!”
“Fine, fine! Say tacos!” Machine instructed.
