“You suck at kidnapping, by the way.”
I curse. “Fill out an online review, then.”
“I hope you never have a heart attack in your sex dungeon masturbating with a whip or something, because no one will ever be able to find you down here,” she grumbles as she follows me up the spiral staircase. “And it connects to your bedroom. Classic.”
“The shower is—”
“No time.” She’s already off in my closet. She grabs a shirt and a pair of my boxers.
“Creampuff—” I can see the outline of her pink nipples through the shirt. I grab her, wanting to fuck her again.
“Focus,” she orders. “I need a timeline of when you were in my house so I can cross-reference it to the other stalker. Darn. I should have brought my laptop. Or at least my tablet,” she says as she walks back to the spiral staircase.
“No, other stairs.” I direct her out the bedroom door.
“Oh, why aren’t my parents answering the phone?” she frets. “Something must have happened.”
“It’s pretty late.”
“Where are your keys?” she demands.
“I’ll have someone drive us. You’re not driving my car covered in cum. And I’m bringing some newspaper for you to sit on.”
“I thoughtyou were going to be gone all night. What kind of date was that?” her grandmother hollers, squinting at us as Winnie storms into the house yelling, “Fidget!”
Winnie rushes to Fidget, who’s wearing a bib and is about to tuck into what looks like beef stew.
“Also, who gave her that?” Winnie demands. “She’s supposed to be on a diet.”
“Okay, get your dog, get your shit, you’re coming back with me.” I grab a Tupperware container and dump Fidget’s midnight snack in it.
“Winnie, I hate to say this, but I’m starting to agree with your mother.” Her grandmother follows us around as I grab some of her clean laundry from the laundry room. “Youare the reason you don’t have a man. You can’t just drag that poor man back here, middle of the night. You were supposed to sleep over.”
“We’re going back to my house. Don’t worry,” I tell Frances.
“No, we aren’t,” Winnie counters.
I grab her around the waist. “Sorry to ruin your night, Frances.”
“Seeing a hot shirtless man never ruins my night.” Frances waggles her eyebrows.
“You can’t—” Winnie struggles.
Fidget’s following her food to the front door.
“I can’t just leave my family here alone. Kathy—”
“Kathy’s at Loony Laura’s,” Frances informs us.
“Oh gosh, Gran, you can’t call her that. It’s going to get back to her. Fitz, let me go. Thank you for the date, but we’re fine here.”
“God save me, where did I go wrong?” Frances throws up her hands. “You try to teach them your values.”
“Look, Creampuff. You can come with me, or I can stay here with you and your family. That air mattress only looks like it’s big enough for one, so you’re sleeping on the pile of dirty laundry. Now I finally got you, I’m not giving you up that easily, especially not for the cheap copycat of me.”
“But my family—”
“I’ll have a security team watch the house. Happy?”
