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Camila walked to the living room as I started to set everything up on trays. Genevieve’s gaze made me want to puff out my chest in some weird way. The more I was around her outside of the bedroom, the more I wanted her to see me differently, to get to know me.

“Need help?”

“Nope, I got it,” I said, picking up the two trays. “Come on.”

I led her to the living room, where Camila was laying the blanket and pillows by the fire.

“Perfect timing.” Camila took one tray, setting it down.

I set down the other one, walking back to the kitchen to get my coffee and some napkins. When I walked back, Camilawas serving Genevieve as they talked. I sat down next to Genevieve, putting her in the middle of Camila and me. It was the most relaxed I had seen Genevieve as we talked about our Thanksgivings and a class she was going to teach at The Atelier.

Once we finished, the girls cleaned the kitchen as I made a quick batch of muffins that Genevieve said she was craving.

“Keep feeding me like this and I’m going to have to start working out more.” Genevieve put the last dish in the dishwasher.

“I love a woman with curves,” Camila said, spanking her.

Genevieve glared at her and playfully swatted her too. I put the muffins in the oven, set a timer, and watched them tease each other.

“Alright, I need to head into the office really quick,” Camila said, drying her hands.

“What?” Genevieve looked taken aback, then looked at me, which I already knew she had to head in for a bit.

“I have a client coming in for a fitting, and I’ll be right back,” Camila said, kissing Genevieve on the cheek.

“Do you always work weekends?” Genevieve still looked shocked.

“Not really, unless a client wants a fitting and we can’t fit them in at any other time,” she said, coming to give me a kiss.

“Do you want me to drive you?” I brought her closer to me.

“No, I’ll be fine,” she said, squeezing me. “Plus, keep her here. Entice her with sex.”

She whispered the last part. I chuckled, not wanting to let her out of my sight.

“I’ll be back soon and maybe we can make some pot pies for dinner,” Camila said, heading towards our bedroom.

“I don’t think she should go to work,” Genevieve grumbled. “It’s snowing, you think the client is going to show up?”

“She will if she wants her dress by next weekend,” I said, pulling her towards me.

I leaned against the counter as she leaned against me.

“I don’t like it,” she huffed.

“You’re cute when you don’t get your way,” I chuckled.

“I just…” She didn’t finish her sentence.

“She’s a big girl, she’ll come back, and we can just relax.” I kissed her forehead.

She finally wrapped her arms around me, leaning against my chest. I held her as we waited for the muffins to be ready. The timer went off and I kissed her head. She reluctantly moved and I grabbed a mitt to get the muffins out.

“Want to watch a movie?” I asked, setting the muffins on the stove. “Or we can watch a show?”

“I’m fine with anything, but if you have things to do, I can?—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Camila walked in, freshly showered, dressed in a sweater and jeans. “I’ll be gone an hour-and-a-half tops.”

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