He presses up against me, and the thin sheet covering my nakedness does little to shield me from the bulge he’s rubbing against me.
I push back, “Maybe. After I’m appropriately nourished, and showered,” I reply, twisting the sheet so it stays secure around my body.
“We’ll shower together,” he states. “Afterwards I have to go downstairs to my office for my morning appointments. But I’ll be back up for lunch and you’re looking mighty tasty there,” he says with a sexy laugh.
“Sounds like a plan,” I reply, taking a sip of hot coffee.
“Oh, and as far as your clothes, everything’s in the dryer. I ran a load of laundry earlier, and tossed yours in with mine. They’ll be done by the time you’re out of the shower.”
“You weren’t sniffing my panties were you, Krew?” I teased, arching an eyebrow quizzically.
He laughed, shaking his head at my crudity, I’m sure, but didn’t miss a beat.
“Why would I do that when I can crawl between your legs right this minute and feast on your essence while you sip your coffee?”
My cheeks warm with his words because I know they’re true enough.
“Aha, got ya,” he retorts taking a seat across from me.
18
Disappearing Act
KREW
As much as I hate dragging myself away from Carson after the Triple X night we’d shared, not to mention the quickie we had earlier in the shower, I have no choice. There are things I need to take care of, the first being a phone call I’m expecting at ten sharp.
I’m in my office by nine-thirty, checking my appointments for the day, which are exactly zero. So yeah, I kinda lied to Carson, but I really had no choice. There’s no way in hell I want her out of my sight, especially with what she’s already uncovered. It is too damn risky. There’s a lot at stake here, and it’s up to me to make sure I don’t fuck things up.
Millie, my part-time employee, knocks on my door calling out my name.
“Come on in,” I yell.
“Good morning, Krew,” she greets me with her smile.
“Morning, Millie. My, what a sunny smile for such a rainy day,” I say.
Millie is one of those people. You know the type, right? The glass is always half-full, every cloud has a silver lining, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, etc., that’s Millie. She’s always upbeat and bubbly. She’s mid-forties, and enjoys the part-time job as her husband travels on business during the week. According to Millie, this job is perfect for staving off the boredom she’d be feeling sitting at home all week staring at the walls.
“Hey boss, just wanted to let you know we’ve got four more membership sign-ups, and I’m starting my spin classes this week for the blue hairs.”
I feel the corners of my mouth lift in a smile. “Blue hairs, Millie? Umm . . . is that label crossing the political correctness line?” I tease.
She waves her hand dismissively at me, rolling her eyes. “Puhleeeze,” she says, “a person can’t fart anymore without offending some bully pulpit somewhere.”
“I hear ya, Millie.”
“So, what time is your spin class?”
“Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday from noon to one o’clock.”
“So, I guess what you’re saying is that I need to be available for the front desk today from noon to one?”
“That’d be right,” she chirps with a grin.
Great. There goes my plan for a nooner.
“Okay, I’ll make sure I’m out front. But do me a solid, will you? Make sure I’m not interrupted from ten this morning until I open my office door. Got an important call coming in and not sure how long it will last.”
“You got it,” she replies, leaving my office and closing the door behind her. I promptly get up and make sure the door is locked before I sit back down and await the call.
My office phone rings promptly at ten and I know who’s on the waiting end, awaiting my report.
“Beckett,” I answer, awaiting the opening line that is always the same.
“Yeah, I’ve got some major updates for you, Sir.”
And then I fill him in.
A little over an hour and two third-party conference calls later, a plan is set into motion.
I glance at my watch and see I have about fifteen minutes to spare before I take over the front desk, so I run upstairs to let Carson know I’m not able to take a lunch break until after one, and see if she wants to order some take-out to be here then. I did have a call-in asking for