Page 28 of A Sinner's Virtue
Me:
Coming up with design ideas.
Marcel:
What are you doing over the weekend?
Me:
Nothing really. Probably staying in.
Marcel:
I could have the jet come and get you. Bring you here.
Me:
I don’t think we’re at the meet-the-family stage yet. Besides, I have laundry to do this weekend.
Marcel:
You and I both know you have housekeepers, Zoe.
How the hell does he know that?
Technically, Mikhail and Izzy have housekeepers. I’m living in their house. As much as I tried to tell them I didn’t need staff, my adoptive parents insist on making my life as easy and carefree as they can.
Me:
I’m washing my hair.
Marcel:
I could wash it for you. I’d make it… pleasurable.
Damn it. Now I’m thinking about being in a shower with the man. I don’t have time to contemplate just how pleasurable Marcel could make things. Not right now anyway. Later tonight, when I’m alone in my bed, that’s when I’ll revisit the idea.
Me:
I have no doubt. But I’m staying home, and you’re enjoying your brother’s wedding.
Marcel:
Expect me at your front door Monday night. You’ll be my first stop when I land.
Me:
Okay. Have fun.
I throw my phone back into my purse and continue with the list I was putting together before the interruption.
***
My heels land halfway down the foyer as I kick them off my feet. The thud of my bag falling onto the entry table rings out through my ears. I’m exhausted. A good kind of exhausted, but exhausted all the same.
“What did those red bottoms do to you?”
I jump ten feet in the air at the sound of the voice, before a squeal escapes me and I’m running towards its owner at lightning speed. “Izzy, oh my god! What, when? How are you here?” I ask, throwing my arms around her neck.
