“I still think I’ll hear her yell at me to put my shoes away at the front door whenever I check on the house.” Steph wipes an eye. “God, I miss her.”
I rest my head on her shoulder. “Me too.”
“You should go,” she says quietly. “For you and her.”
“Come with me. You have that short contract next. Then what?”
The silk scarf securing her edges tips back in a mental scroll of her schedule. “I’m taking the month of August off.”
“So meet me there. A housesitting opportunity just popped up in Naples.”
“House-sitting?” She says the word like it has toe fungus. “Is it safe?”
“The website is legit.” I shrug. “The owner is eager for someone to come soon. It’s a three-level penthouse in the city, with five bedrooms and a terrace. I have pictures on my phone. I’ll be there by the end of the month and will request to stay through August.”
Stephanie crosses her arms over the PJs she stole. I’m wearing the same set in black. “And what will you do for a month and a half by yourself in a foreign country?”
“Live. Shop. Visit a few beaches. Get a kewchie tune-up. Michael B. Jordan isn’t knocking down my door, and I need more than hard plastic to get me off.”
I love my curated toy collection and could pay a mortgage for the year if I ever showed off my pussy’s grip in public. But I want a man who can handle my mouth and knock me through a wall with his dick.
The few finance bros I messed around with never had read an instruction manual on how to care for a vagina. The ones who didn’t chew my clit were into questionable shit. I’m all for a good time, but I’m not hanging anybody from a ceiling by their nuts.
“I want pursuit. Passion. Pleasure marks,” I say.
“Ooh, bitch. My pussy is giving you a standing ovation.” Stephanie crosses her legs and closes her eyes. “Destination dick was exactly what the doctor ordered when I went to Antigua that one time. Girl, I was speaking in tongues when I left, with a sore throat and a dented hip. Get you some foreign penis.”
“I plan to,” I snap.
“What did Vince say?” Stephanie arches her brow at my attempt to roll away. “You didn’t tell him?”
I wince. “I will…once I’m over there.”
“Bianca!”
“You know he would shut it down or force someone from the kitchen staff to accompany me as a personal bodyguard. I’ll tell him once I’m settled.”
I told Vince I was taking time for myself at the end of the month. He won’t bother me unless I go too long without calling.
“He can yell at me once I get back,” I say with my braless chest.
I’m not afraid.
…maybe a little.
“Ifyou come back,“ Stephanie says with a wink. “Watch you meet the love of your life over there and never return.”
I roll my eyes. “You watch too many movies.”
Whatever man I deem worthy to have me will have to earn me. I learned my lesson the hard way and am only here for a physical connection during my vacation.
Nothing else.
Chapter 5
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?
Salvatore
