Page 178 of Sir, Yes Sir

“Thank you!” she called, curling back up on the couch as I went to the shower to get cleaned up.

Not twenty minutes later, when I emerged in a fresh pair of jeans and t-shirt with damp hair plastering my forehead, three other women sat in our living room, already imbibing wine.

“Oh yeah, hot as I remembered,” the blonde one said; Heather if I remembered correctly.

“Hotter,” Freya corrected with a wink in my direction.

“You’d better sit down. Things are only going to get worse from here,” Vicky promised with a wicked grin from the couch.

I took up the spot on the other side of the couch, next to Freya, which was only a couple inches of space between her and the arm. I managed to squeeze my ass there, anyway, Freya ending up pretty much in my lap by the time I’d squished in.

“So?” the other brunette in the room asked, her nose wrinkled as she looked me over, chin angled into a haughty tilt. “This is it?”

“Saraaaa,” the girls all whined together.

Yeah, I hadn’t ever met this friend. She already screamed self-righteous bitch, but I was trying not to make the same assumptions about her as she was obviously making about me. I hadn’t yet decided if the bitchy attitude was more or less offensive than Heather’s blatant flirting.

“What?” Sara shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “By the way you’ve talked about him, I guess I imagined that he was some kind of Norse god mixed with James Bond or something. He just looks like a guy to me.”

Heather scoffed and Vicky rolled her eyes at her friend. I, on the other hand, wasn’t offended.

“You’re not wrong,” I told her, making her other brow lift in surprise. “I’m just a regular old guy. Emphasis on the old part. But I know how to kill you in about a hundred different ways, and I know how to hide a body so nobody will ever find it. I imagine that’s a useful skill to someone as abrasive as yourself.”

The room went fucking silent. That’s when I realized that I’d screwed up.

Sara’s face went smug and she crossed her arms over her breasts. “Only a hundred? Is one of them popping a head like a grape in those massive biceps?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of my lungs. The tension in the room ratcheted down and smiles appeared on the other girls’ faces.

“Would that count as one or two ways, since I have two biceps?” I asked her, pulling Freya closer to slip an arm around her waist.

“Only one.” Sara seemed put out. “But if I ever need an ex murdered, I’ll consider that as volunteering.”

Narrowing my eyes on her, I didn’t agree or disagree. A guy had to keep some mystery about him.

“Uh oh, what did Greg do now,” Vicky drawled, settling back into the couch while Sara’s feathers got all ruffled.

“The asshole went on a guy date with his buddies this weekend. He left me all alone. Can you believe that?” she demanded. “What man would leave this for a date night with the bros?”

What the actual fuck was this? Was this all girls did, complain about their guys to their girlfriends?

“At least you have a boyfriend,” Heather griped. “I can’t seem to find a good man anywhere.”

Oh shit, this wasn’t going to be my next few hours, was it?

“I’m going to go make dinner,” I whispered into Freya’s ear.

She turned to give me a regretful smile and agreed.

“Sorry,” she whispered, but pressed a kiss to my lips that made my annoyance vanish instantly.

“I want you to have fun with the girls, as long as I don’t have to be here,” I told her with a wink.

She chuckled, shrieked when I stood, dumping her onto Vicky’s lap as I did. While I retreated, she slapped my ass, which made the girls hoot and holler.

“He’s making us dinner,” Freya told them, which made the hoots louder.

“More than just a pair of biceps, huh?” Sara practically snarled, but her expression didn’t match the viciousness of her words.

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