Page 113 of His Big Bad Stick

Abrielle too. But she’s also angry at me.

In a loving way though.

How mad can she really be…?

She just had an orgasm.

27

Abrielle

“What did you exactly see?” I whisper to Jess.

“Enough to know you’re a lucky woman,” she says. “Now I don’t ever want to talk about it again.”

“Good. Neither do I. Got anything with sugar and cinnamon for me?”

“Plenty,” Jess says. “I bet Colver making you come hard gives you a wicked appetite, huh?”

I gasp.

Jess laughs.

Colver texts me.

You have a guest parking pass for the lot. Pull up to the window and show your ID. If you’re afraid of elevators, there are stairs. Good luck.

“Asshole,” I whisper.

First off, I’m not afraid of elevators.

Second, I could climb the stairs if I wanted to.

I mean, maybe in a few months it won’t be as easy.

But it’s not like I’ll be… living… with… Colver…?

Now there’s a question hanging above my head.

Colver’s apartment isn’t exactly baby ready or baby friendly.

Neither is mine.

That means I need to get my gallery open and running and start making some money so I can work out a living arrangement. And being in the city it’s not like anything is ever cheap, especially rent.

My biggest luxury at the moment is parking in the underground garage at Colver’s building.

I get my parking pass from a guy wearing a name tag that reads George.

Then I take the elevator.

And thanks to that asshole, I actually feel a little uneasy in the elevator.

When I get to the apartment door I realize I don’t have a key.

I turn the knob and the door is unlocked.

That’s good… for this time…

---