“I’ll keep it in mind,” I said.
That wasn’t what she wanted. I knew that. But it was what I could give her for now.
The restof the drive went by with her finishing the water in slow sips. I kept an eye on it until the bottle was empty. Only then did I take it from her and set it back in the cup holder.
When we pulled up to the house, I stepped out first and came around to her side. I opened the door and placed a hand lightly at her waist to guide her out.
She didn’t resist or comment.
The house was lit the way I left it. Every item placed where it needed to be.
No clutter.
No dust.
The same structure as the office, but maintained. She stepped inside slowly, looking around without saying anything at first. The rat shifted in her arms, still half asleep.
I closed the door behind us.
“What’s wrong?”
She walked a few steps further into the foyer, taking in the space like she was trying to place herself in it.
“I’ve never been to your place before.”
“I know.”
She nodded slightly, adjusting her hold on the dog.
“I think I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be.”
I watched her for a second.
“No need to be,” I set my keys on the doorway table and toed off my shoes. “The dog can stay on my rug in the living room.Anything he destroys comes out of your paycheck, which means you will owe me more.”
“How chivalrous.”
“That or outside.”
She held him tighter. “Over my dead body.”
I step closer. She adjusted her stance to look at me but I could tell her heart was racing.
“What?” She tried. But I didn’t reply. Instead I lightly cupped her through her dress and it caught her off guard.
“You still wet?” I asked like I didn’t literally have the evidence in my hand.
“Y-yes.”
The thought of her pussy marinating in my cum all this time…
“How wet, Rabbit?”
She bit her lip then answered. “Very.”
Fuck.
“Go put the dog down,” I pointed in the direction of the living room. “Now.”
