Page 73 of Hotter 'N Hell

Smiling, I picked up my brush, watching for Jude’s response. He’d had a financial meeting, two counseling sessions, two hospital visits, and a funeral today. I had sulked some when he texted me his schedule this morning, but made myself get over it. He had a job, and so did I. Putting the cabinets together had kept me distracted.

Jude:

Trust me, I am aware that you’re capable of anything you put your mind to. They were heavy. I thought you’d have needed help holding them up while getting the screws in.

Nope. I’m a badass.

Saylor:

It was easier than it looks.

I did have a small cut on my ankle from where one had slipped out of my hand and a bruise on my thigh. But I didn’t tell him that.

Jude:

I need to see you.

I set the brush down and picked up the phone to walk into my bedroom while smiling at his words. Yesterday morning felt like forever ago.

Saylor:

You’ve been a busy man.

And I am trying not to be clingy now that you fucked me.

Jude:

Tomorrow doesn’t look much better. While I’m in morning Mass, can you go to my office and wait on me?

I gripped the towel tighter, just over my boobs.

Saylor:

Yes.

I’d never been to his office. The idea of meeting him in there excited me.

Jude:

Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone. I’ll have the key.

I licked my lips, wishing tomorrow morning weren’t so many hours away.

Saylor:

Yes, sir.

My phone rang, and his name lit up my screen.

“Hello, Father,” I said into the phone while smiling.

“I needed to hear your voice.” His tone made me shiver.

“And here I thought, it was thesirthat had you calling.”

A deep chuckle. “I’m gonna make you call me that the next time I’m buried in your cunt.”

“When exactly will that be?”

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