Page 101 of Sinful Secrets

“If they don’t know about it, why invite them?”

He waits until we are in the privacy of his apartment to answer. “They were around Gage when I called and he had me on speaker, so they thought I invited them, too.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

I place the bags on the counter and start laying out the food. Spencer joins me in the kitchen and hands me three bowls for the chips. He lays a few spoons out next to the dip.

“Good enough.”

“Good enough? Sorry, but that’s not good enough.”

“What else needs to be done?”

“The chips actually have to be dumped in the bowls. The dips need to be opened and lined up. The fruit and vegetables trays need to be opened. Drinks need to be in the refrigerator or a cooler.”

“My friends are not that high maintenance. They can do all of that themselves.”

“Yeah, but this is my only chance to make a great first impression. If you haven’t noticed, two of the people you invited are children of the mafia boss. Their opinion of me matters a lot.”

He pulls me over to him, pressing me against his growing erection. “Do you need an orgasm or two to relax?”

“I’d love that, but there’s no way I can relax enough to enjoy it.”

He growls and nips at my neck. “Is that a challenge?”

I playfully push him away. “Being flushed and turned on isn’t a good way for me to meet your friends, either.”

“I disagree, but you have nothing to worry about. My friends are going to love you.”

Knocking sounds on the door followed by more knocking. Spencer laughs and shakes his head. “Of course the fuckers are early today.”

He heads to the front door as I finish setting up the food and drinks.

Laughter drifts in through the front door as Spencer greets several guys.

A loud man’s voice asks, “Where is she?”

Another man speaks. “I told you she was a figment of his imagination.”

A third man chimes in. “She must have realized her mistake and ran away before we got here.”

The first man laughs and says, “Idiot, we just saw her carrying in groceries.”

A soft smack echoes off the wall before a female laughs. “Yeah, Spencer, why didn’t you help her bring in the groceries?”

That must be Francesca. Arturo’s daughter.

Spencer answers her. “She already had her arms full when I got the games inside to the elevator.”

“That’s no excuse. You should try to make it up to her.”

“Hey, I tried. She said no because we had to get ready for the party.”

I gasp as Spencer comes into view. He gives me a grin and says, “I’m kidding. She’s been helping me get everything ready, but of course you guys show up early.”

Francesca chuckles. “That’s why we came early, so we can help.” She walks toward me in the kitchen. “What else needs to be done?”

I point to the boxes on the floor. “Getting the drinks and making room for the games.”

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