She glares over the paper at me and puts it aside. “You still didn’t answer the question, why?” She cuts into her food and takes a bite, covers her mouth and says, “That’s good.”
“See, when we were dating and I was offered a contract by Legacy to be a song writer and a producer, you called the lawyers and made them add a little rider to the contract.” She chews like she’s trying to recall. “The rider said that I would receive a box of pens for every time my songs placed in the top 200. The office supplies got better the longer and higher the songs climbed and stayed on the charts.”
Alana’s eyes get wide and she covers her mouth. “Oh no.”
“And the rider can’t be removed by anyone but Kinsley Adams and needed to remain in every contract I signed in perpetuity. Do you see the problem?”
She huffs through her closed lips, and a chuckle escapes. “Oh shit.”
“Yep. Kinsley Adams does not exist. And every quarter I get a pallet of pens. I’ve donated them to every school, hospital, charity, shelter and rehab I could find.”
Her chuckles evolve into laughter, and I get the feeling it doesn’t happen very much. It sounds almost magical but like it was a forgotten skill. It makes me smile and throw my arms up in the air.
“Hell, six years ago I tried to buy the damn company but got sniped out at the last second.” The laughter stops, and her eyes get very wide.
“What’s the company?”
“Sunshine Ink.” I add, “They’ve got amazing pens, so I’m not mad about that.”
Her laughter quakes the ground like a mighty roar. Roll after gasping roll, and now I’m laughing too. She doubles over and slides to the floor. I’m crying and my stomach hurts from the expression of joy. When it finally slows down Alana crawls into a sitting position and leans against the couch.
“Ok, I have a deal. I will not be adding more time to your contract?—”
“At this moment,” I counter.
She ignores me and continues, “But I am willing to pay the bill and concede that Reykjavík isn’t the best city in the world.”
“Wait,” Hmm, alarm bells are going off. “Why, you never ever concede?”
Her laughter starts all over again. “Because if I don’t, you’ll never believe me.” She gathers her breath and starts again. “About six years ago, I got drunk and bought a pen company.”
“What!?”
“It seemed like a good business model because some asshole was constantly ordering bulk batches of pens.”
“No, stop it!”
“Sunshine Ink is now the sole provider of Grasshopper’s office supplies.” She shakes her head in a dramatic ‘no’ fashion but winces as her hair whips her in the face. “I swear I forgot all about the contract or that it had to be exclusively Sunshine Ink products, I just really liked the stuff. I’m so sorry. It had nothing to do with you.”
Son of a bitch.
“I don’t know how to feel right now.”
“I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.” She wipes away the tears.
“Hmm.” I can’t really formulate any coherent thoughts.
“But hey, you had a pen when I needed one.”
“I know! I thought it was fate, but I think the universe is just fucking with me now.” I poke at my steak that’s cooling by the second, like my mood. I pout and watch her wipe the tears from her eyes. Then she gets a wicked grin like she’s made a choice. Alana crawls over to me and slides her hands up my legs. She kneels before me.
“I’m sorry, but I’ll make it up to you.”
Her hands reach my fly and slowly pull it down. Blood rushes south, and it’s not taking much to get me going. Her fingers unbutton my jeans, and she slowly pushes them along with my boxers down my thighs.
One long lick and it sends shivers through me. I moan and all humor is gone, replaced by burning desire. Her soft wet mouth wraps around me, and when we lock eyes, I give in to her. She takes me deep until her head jerks back and goes again, her hand filling any space around my cock her mouth can’t. Her eyes are still watery, although I can’t tell if it’s from gagging or laughing. Either way, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I made her happy. In a way she’s forgotten how to be. That’s the only reason I can allow this.
The pressure builds as she speeds up, and I don’t know how much more I can take. Then she moans around me, and the vibrations send me over the edge. She continues the slow, slick licks just to make me twitch until I come down. Then she calmly puts my cock back into my pants and zips it up.
