Page 46 of Corrupting Ivy

I watched her get out of the truck and pull our bags from the back, then walk towards the laundromat.

“You coming?”

I smiled at her, then looked down to the ground, stretching my calf. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Doing these mundane day-to-day activities, cleaning clothes, washing the dishes, cooking… made me eternally grateful for my house staff.

After I watched the door shut behind her, I grabbed my phone and dialed Jake.

“Hello, Pizza Hut.”

“Really funny. I need you to do me a favor.”

“Because I’m not already busy?”

“Make that two favors.”

“Jesus, don’t ask for favors as though it’s a strike and I’m getting spankings at the end of the day.”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Alek said in the background.

“Tonk. He’s threatening me with favors. It’s really weird.”

“Still here,” I said.

“Right, I know. What do you need?”

I rubbed my eyes. “I need you to look someone up for me. Tell me everything you know about him.”

“Okay,” he said, long and drawn out.

“The Mayor of Greenville, Montana. Look into him. I want everything on this guy and his family, including his brother Billy.”

“Okay, and the second favor?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Does this have anything to do with that body?”

“Let me know what you find.”

I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket, then went inside.

Why was I borrowing trouble?

Ivy staked her claim on a washer in the middle of the room, putting her clothes in the drum, then shut the door. I put my hand on her, stopping her from inserting the quarters.

“Never sit with your back to the door. Survival one-oh-one.” I pointed to the washers on the other side of the room, where we had an unobstructed view of the entrance and behind the desk. “Move it over there.”

“But I already put them in.”

Was that a pout on her lips? What I wouldn’t give right now to put my cock on the pillowy shelf she created.

“Take them out. It’s not much effort.”

“Do you ever use manners?” she asked, grumbling as I fed a twenty in the change machine.

“Please, move your clothes to the other washer.”

“Your sarcasm is duly noted.”

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