More silence.
I held my breath as I spooned sugar in Eddie’s coffee.
Then I heard low chuckling.
I let out my breath.
Okay, they were bonding over my crazy antics which was somewhat embarrassing but at least they were bonding.
I walked into the dining room and handed Eddie his coffee.
“I’m going to go get dressed,” I told them both.
Lee’s eyes moved over me and I couldn’t guess what he was thinking.
“Bring my shirt back down when you’re done with it, would you?” he asked.
I nodded, wondering at his mood, guessing it was not good after the flirty incident and I scooted up the stairs.
I put on the red bra, a pair of red track bottoms that had a wide white stripe that ran from the side of the ankle, up the leg, across my upper ass, and down the other leg. To this, I added a thin, white, tank top that showed a bit of cle**age. I spritzed on some perfume, rolled on some deodorant, rubbed in some moisturizer and slapped on some powder, blush and mascara, not feeling like the full treatment. I slid on some red flip flops and headed back downstairs.
By the time I got there, Lee and Eddie were both sitting, or, more to the point, lounging in king-of-the-castle fashion, at my dining room table.
Jeez.
That didn’t take long.
I walked up to the table.
“It’s Tex’s first day with the morning crowd, I need to get to work,” I informed them, walking to the table.
Lee’s eyes had moved over me again as I approached and Eddie’s gaze came around, then dropped straight to my chest.
I ignored Eddie, stopped and handed Lee his shirt. He took it and shrugged into it.
“See you all later,” I said.
I started to go but Lee caught my wrist.
I turned back to him.
“You’re forgetting two things,” Lee said.
“What’re those?” I asked.
His eyes moved to my tank top. “First, you need to change into real clothes.”
Um… excuse me?
“Sorry?” I said, just in case he hadn’t just been totally out of line, I’d give him an out.
“You aren’t wearin’ that out of this house,” Lee replied.
I hadn’t missed it, he had been totally out of line.
I wasn’t sure if it was the room or just my head that started rumbling, like in the movies before the earthquake that swallows cars and whole buildings.
“Um, sorry?” I repeated, this time chockfull of attitude.