I straighten.
Okay, okay, she is mad. I have got work to do, like checking my computer to make sure she hasn't been snooping because I'm an idiot who didn't lock it earlier.
Back in the kitchen, I wake my computer and check it, but apart from a feeling that she snooped, there is nothing hacked, nothing in the memory...
"Fuck." I go to the espresso machine and grind coffee and make myself a cup.
Unlike my sister's, the coffee I make is good, rich, strong, and smooth, and I sit down, trying to work, but I can't.
Lola is clearly mad at me. So, I send her a text from Alex.
Me
Want to play? I will be Enzo, and you can be my sweet little sub...
And then I remember I told her not to answer her phone.
She doesn't.
Which strangely both makes me breathe a sigh of relief and also annoys the fuck out of me.
Her phone is probably off, like I told her to keep it.
But still...
I get up, unable to concentrate, and I make her coffee, too.
Then I bring it to her.
She looks at it and then at me and puts her head down to continue the work.
I clear my throat. "Lola?"
She doesn't answer.
"Lola."
Still no answer.
"For fuck's sake. Lola. Look at me."
She takes her sweet ass time doing just that, and I grit my teeth.
Yeah, she is pissed off at me.
"Sorry, I got a little...touchy earlier."
"Which time?"
I suck in a breath. "Okay, maybe I deserved the scolding for the second time, but you were into it in the kitchen."
"That was..." She hesitates. "Then. This is now. I'm trying to earn a wage."
"Like I'm not going to fucking pay you? I will give you a fucking bonus."
"I don't want a bonus. And I don't want a fucking bonus, that would be inappropriate."
I bite down on a laugh. I get the double entendre, but I'm not sure she thinks it is as funny as I do.
