everything in me not to laugh out loud.
“Come to think of it, I wish that was the reason.” He lets out a bitter chuckle. “No, you see, what they wanted to do was for all three of us to get naked.” My eyes go big. “Paint each other and then have sex with each other while on said canvas,” he says. “Luigi called it taste the rainbow.”
I can’t help it now as I bend over and laugh. “Like Skittles.”
“Who knows?” He throws up his hands, and they fall by his sides. “I have no idea. I was trying not to look at the two naked people in front of me to ask him where he came up with the saying.” He puts his hands in front of his mouth. “I saw things I shouldn’t have today. Then Nancy came running up to me and said she baked me a brownie.”
I run to him now. “Oh my God, tell me you didn’t eat it.” My eyes go wide.
“Are you crazy?” he asks. “I spit it out, but don’t worry, she picked it up and ate it anyway.”
“Is that why she’s passed out?”
“Well, it could be that, or the two hours of sex that she and Luigi had.” He puts his hands on his hips.
“You watched them?” I ask hesitantly, not sure what to think.
“Are you out of your mind?” He shakes his head. “I ran out of there and sat in the car eating the picnic I made for us,” he says as he moves me to the side. “We couldn’t get the music to go loud enough to drown out the moans.” I have no words; all I can do is try not to laugh. “I swear I thought she was going to break a hip.”
“She’s fine,” I tell him as he leans into the car to try to grab her.
“Is she covered in paint?” I ask, and he huffs out and grabs her enough to get out of the car with her.
“No, they both came out to show me the rainbow and then showered,” he says, and all I can do is bite my lip. “Where do you want me to put her?”
“I guess you can put her in the spare bedroom,” I tell him, and then walk by the canvas and stop. “Is that …?”
“Yup, that’s their rainbow,” he says. Looking at it, I swear I can see a ball sack outline and then an ass. “If you want it framed, I need to tell him by the end of the week.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I think I’m good.”
“You sure?” he asks. Grandma groans in his arms, and her eyes flicker open.
“Oh, hotcakes,” she says, cuddling into him and rubbing his chest as her eyes fall closed again. “Let me rest for a couple of hours, and then I’ll be good to go.” He glares at me while I laugh.
“Show me the spare bedroom,” he says between clenched teeth. I turn to walk back into the house, and he follows me. Stepping into the bedroom, I toss the throw pillows to the side and move the duvet out of the way.
When he places her on the bed, she opens her eyes. “Okay, fine, sweet cheeks, but you are going to have to do all the work.” She throws her hands out to the sides and spreads her legs. Miller backs away, shaking his head. I cover her with the duvet and then turn off the light before we walk out of the room.
“Well, this has been a night to remember,” he says when we get to the door.
“It should have been for her since it cost me twenty-five thousand dollars,” I tell him as we stand in the doorway.
“About that …” he says and looks at me. “When I was sitting in the limo tonight …” He starts talking, leaning closer to me. “While I ate the food and I tried not to think about what was happening inside.” He continues stepping closer, and I suddenly move back, not sure I want him in my space. Not sure I want to be in his space. “I wondered why would she bid so high for me?”
“It was for charity,” I say, feeling my back hit the wall.
“Is that the real reason?” He’s standing so close now that our feet touch each other. “For charity?”
“Yes,” I almost stutter and have to swallow because my mouth is suddenly dry. “Why else would I do it?”
“I think you did it because