Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“If I can’t come in, can we go for a coffee?”
“What could we possibly have to talk about?”
“Are you serious with that girl? The one you were with yesterday?”
I waited a beat and then looked over my shoulder so Deb would know that girl was here.
I said, “I am.”
She gave me a deflated look.
“Can we have a coffee? It’s really important that I talk to you.”
“Meet me at the Starbucks on the corner in fifteen,” I muttered.
She smiled at me. “Thank you.”
I shut the door in her face and went into the bedroom and fished my cigarettes and lighter out of my blazer pocket on the bedroom floor and put my gun back under the mattress. Angel was in the bathroom. I walked out to the terrace and had a cigarette. Then I went back into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. Angel was now in my robe and she was sitting on the bed, the bed made. She looked up at me, looking guarded.
“You heard that?”
She nodded.
“I’m just gonna meet her at the coffee shop. See what she wants.”
She nodded again.
“Don’t think you have anything to worry about where she’s concerned, okay, baby? I promise you that you do not.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Dare.”
I scowled at her. “Are you fuckin’ serious?”
She jolted in surprise.
“Are you and me a we?” I demanded.
She swallowed and blinked a few times.
I jerked my chin up, urging her to answer.
“Yes?” Her eyes were huge.
“Yes? Yes! Yes, we fucking are. So I do owe you something. And I’m telling you that with Debbie or with anyone else, even, you have nothing to worry about.” I opened a dresser drawer and got out a Henley and then opened another and got a pair of socks.
When I got my head through the neck hole I saw a look of wonder on her face. I sat on the edge of my bed, got the socks on, and then leaned over and pinned her to the bed by her wrists, her arms above her head. I kissed her hard on her mouth. “Want me to bring you back a treat?” I smiled.
She smiled big and nodded and then she gave me a heated look. She squirmed in a very sexual way underneath me. Fuck, how could she be ready to go again so quickly?
I smirked. “Done. Now turn over so I can spank your ass for saying something so ridiculous.”
I backed off her. She got a giddy look on her face and turned over onto her belly and put her bottom up in the air. “It’s supposed to be a punishment, baby. You’re not supposed to be so eager.”
Instead of spanking her I pulled the pajama pants down and gave her a little love bite on her ass cheek. She squealed. I pulled the pants back up and gave her bottom a squeeze.
“Your phone is ready. Start dinner, yeah? Let’s eat early. Thanks to all those calories you made me burn I’m half starved. I’m not going back to the office today after all. Be back in half an hour or sooner. Oh, and I’m programmed in your new phone if you need me. I’ll hook your app store up to my credit card later if you wanna download anything.” I winked at her and buttoned my jeans, went to the closet for a pair of shoes, and left.
She was laying on the bed on her belly, still, her chin propped up on a pillow, hair over one shoulder but fanned out, a beautiful smile on her gorgeous face. I’m sure I had a smile too, as I left, until I got to the elevator and realized who I was walking away from and who I was walking toward.
As I was getting out to the sidewalk in front of the building my phone made a text sound and it was Angel texting me.
Thank you for the cool phone. Xoxo
You’re welcome, angelbaby. Xoxo
and I’m very sorry you were worried about me.
Okay my baby.
My smile returned.
I saw Deb when I entered the Starbucks, sitting at a corner table for two with two coffees in front of her. I sat, giving her what I imagine were dead eyes.
“I got that for you.” She motioned toward the large cup in front of me.
“What do you want? And before you tell me, lemme just say don’t even think about approaching someone I’m seeing. Ever. It’s not lost on me that you probably expected her to answer the door today, not me. If you wanted to see me in the middle of the day, we both know you woulda come to my office. No games, Debbie. Make this quick. She’s at home waiting for me. In bed.”
Shot to the heart. Deb’s expression dropped.
“Do you ever think about us? About how good it was?” she asked, giving me that submissive sex kitten look. That look she used to give me.