Page 42 of Whispered Promises

“You're incorrigible and way too inappropriate. No to honeybee, and no to the glasses.”

How is bantering with her like this so easy? Shit, she makes life fun.

“Okay, what about tights? Please tell me you’re wearing those, because you might ruin my fantasy right now if you say no.” That’s a lie. I’ve fantasised about her in every outfit I’ve seen her in. Apparently, it’s the woman inside the clothes that gets me going.

“Max! Get your arse up here. The team is waiting for you,” my site manager hollers.

The urge to stamp my feet and demand one more minute has a flashback to childhood hitting me. I should probably try to grow up, but Rosy seems to like me how I am.

I grimace and sigh. “Ro-Ro, I have to go; work calls. Make sure you spend the day thinking of me.”

Just as she says her goodbyes, and I’m about to hang up, she adds, “Oh, and, Max? I am wearing tights today.”

The call cuts out, and I’m left staring at my phone for a hot minute. Another shout has me sliding it back into my pocket and walking into the shell of a building with a heavy boner, but feeling lighter than I did before hearing from her.

Does a job exist where I don’t actually have to work? Maybe one where I can eat snacks all day and get paid for it. Or maybe Rosy needs an assistant. I could be at her beck and call all day.

I clatter through the front door and drop my keys onto the table, forgetting to hang them up with the others. Who even remembers what they do with keys anyway?

Flicking off my boots, I head into the living room and sprawl across the sofa, flopping my arm across my eyes.

“Long day?”

Dragging my arm away, I turn and see Noah sitting casually in his favourite armchair, a book open in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. His attention, however, is on me and not on the pages.

My face scrunches. “Not any more than usual; just tired of the macho, sexist bullshit.”

I thought it would quit after I called Sean out at lunch, but I could hear him making comments to the others the rest of the day, nothing directed at me, though. He was just loud and obvious enough that he wanted me to hear—a shit attempt to rile me up. Every misogynistic word that came out of his mouth felt like a dig at Rosy, like he was directing all his filth towards her without having to say her name.

Noah cocks his head. “Mm…okay, but that’s nothing unexpected, sadly, but it doesn’t usually bother you this much,” he states.

He’s right. Fuck if I know why it feels different this time.

“Maybe I was hangry, or I just need to get laid.” I grin, leaning back and tucking my hands under my head. Both are probably true, but a certain woman seems to be taking up all my thoughts recently.

He tsks and raises a brow. “Charming, Max. People might start to think you only know how to fuck and eat.”

“They already do,” Nate butts in, appearing from the hallway leading off to the bedrooms. Judging by the smell of him, he’s freshly showered from the gym. Man needs to get another hobby; it’s always work and working out with him.

It’s just so…serious.

Maybe I should sign him up to some samba dancing or some shit. As someone who loves him, I want him to widen his interests.

A snort shoots through my nose as I try to picture his brawny frame trying to undulate across the dance floor. As his words filter through, I frown at the jerk.

“Excuse me. I’ll have you know, I have plenty of talents outside of fucking and eating. I just so happen to be very good at the two of those.”

“Dinner’s ready,” Bry calls, stopping any further bickering.

Shame, as I love it.

I wonder if Rosy likes to be riled up too. Would it make her face all flushed and angry? I bet she would look all cute, like a puffed-up kitten.

Clambering to my feet, I shove Nate back down when he attempts to stand up, cackling as I race into the kitchen. “Me first!”

“You know there’s a plate for everyone, right? It’s why we avoid doing sharing platters. You can’t share properly.” Bry rolls his eyes, laughing, but I know means he loves me, really.

Indignantly, I huff. “I shared just fine when we had Rosy over.”