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“One more kiss,” she told me softly, “And then you have to put them away.”
She pressed her lips to mine, and I forgot everything in the world until she was finished with me.
“Turner,” she told me, trying not to laugh. “You need to let them go. They’re not your toys.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmured to one big, perky breast as I put it away. “Don’t mind her,” I told the other. “She’s just jealous.”
“Stop that! I can’t even tell if you’re pitting them against each other or turning them both against me,” said my Ro, giggling. Giggling.
I was in heaven. This was going to be so much fun.
CHAPTER TWENTY
My father didn’t even have anything much to say, he was just back on his usual complaints about Ida and Ro and all females in general.
I was in no mood to indulge him after what he’d interrupted. In fact, I was still working through the urge to bash him over the head with my laptop.
“I need to get back to work,” I told him firmly. “I assume you guys are taking off today.”
“Tomorrow maybe,” my dad said like he hadn’t made up his mind yet, like he might stay even longer.
The only reason I didn’t tell him outright that he had to leave now was that I wasn’t sure I could talk Ro into sleeping in my bed once he was gone. I really could see her leaving my bed to sleep in her own after a hookup.
Ro walked into my office with a smile and I could tell she was up to something. “I booked you and Ida a couple’s massage at a very nice spa,” she told Carson cheerfully, “but you need to leave fast to make it on time.”
He glared at her but asked, “Where is it? I like the spa at Aria.”
“I sent Ida all the information. She’s already heading to the car. She’s says she’s leaving you behind if you don’t hurry.”
And just like that she got rid of both of my headaches for the day.
“That was beautiful,” I said. “Please tell me there’s no appointment and you were just pranking them both.
“I thought about that, but then they’d just come back faster. As it stands they’ll be gone at least five hours just with the treatments I booked. Longer if they use the rest of the facilities.”
“Trying to get me alone?”
“You wish. Trying to have a productive workday, more like.”
“Are you really going to make me countdown the hours? You realize this is torture?”
She was merciless. “Get over it. I’m leaving to run some errands.”
She left, and I followed her. “What errands?” I asked, nearly touching her, I was walking so close on her heels, looming over her.
“Your publisher is throwing you a party on your release day. I’m going to check out a few of the venues they’re considering to tell them if you’ll approve.”
“Isn’t this something I need to go with you for?”
“Not really. I’ll know what you’d prefer the second I see it, trust me.”
“There’s no way that’s true, and even if it was, I want to see for myself. And I’m driving.”
“Control freak.”
“Cock-teasing diva.”
“You’ll still need to reach your word count for the day or I won’t sleep with you.”
