Page 43 of Rut Bar

What are you doing awake so early, pet?

Surfing

Do you surf everyday?

Yeah if the weather is good

What makes it good surfing weather?

Wind speed and direction

Fall and spring are the best because of the Santa Ana wind

There weren’t a lot of waves today but I don’t mind

It’s nice to float too

You still need to sleep at some point

You were up late and now you’re up early

That isn’t good for you

I’ve never really slept more than 5 hours even when I was a kid

It drove my mother nuts

Oh the wind is finally picking up

Have fun pet

See you soon Ma’am

I roll over and snuggle under the warm covers and go back to sleep until my alarm blares and wakes me at a more reasonable ten in the morning. Normally I’d hit snooze for a while, but today I’m motivated to get to work early.

After I pee and brush my teeth, I throw my closet door open and consider my wardrobe options. I dress and run through my morning routine and commute in a blur of auto pilot and muscle memory.

It’s gonna be a good day today.

* * *

Both of theircars are already in the parking lot when I pull into my spot and park. I cut the engine and smile to myself, then head in. Their conversation stops mid-sentence as they stare and the attention feels good.

Both of their eyes travel down my body, but each one gets stuck on a different area. Anthony is staring at my legs. I’m wearing shiny black silk hosiery that gleam under the light. Jamie’s gaze is stuck further south. I don’t wear my red-bottom heels very often. They’re insanely painful. But the expression on Jamie’s face makes the pain worth it.

I push my sunglasses up on my head and set my purse on the bar top. “Hello, boys. I hope you both brought your appetites with you today because you have promises to fulfill.”

I smile, my red lips curving up in a smug grin as their eyes travel up over the short black pencil skirt—mid thigh today instead of knee length like usual—and the sheer black Peter Pan-collar shirt I wear tucked into it. When more people get here, I’ll throw on the camisole I shoved in my purse, but for right now I enjoy the way they devour the peek of my red lace bra underneath the sheer black shirt.

“We’re starving, baby,” Anthony says. “Come, give Daddy some sugar.”

It’s a test. He’s waiting to see if I’ll take orders from him when I’m not half out of my mind from horniness and my defenses are lowered. But this is what I want. I’ve decided to give into temptation for this heat. Afterward, we’ll see what happens.

I saunter forward and let my hips sway with the movement. Anthony’s wearing faded blue jeans and a gray short-sleeve Henley with the top two buttons undone. It’s enough to see the peek of his chest tattoo above the collar. I close the distance between us and set my hands on his chest, using him for stability as I stretch up and press a chaste kiss to his mouth.

He pinches my jaw between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my chin back so I’m staring up at him through my lashes. “Am I gonna mess up your lipstick if I kiss you for real, baby?”

“It’s a stain.” But it was surprisingly sweet of him to worry about it.

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