Page 122 of It's Complicated

“No clue.” He huffed out a laugh. “At least a few. Why?”

“I have a wager for you to make things more interesting.”

“I’m listening.”

“Whoever comes the least amount of times has to clean the apartment tonight so we can do naked Sunday instead of naked Saturday.”

“Why do I feel like there’s more to this bet?” Jamie asked with a smile.

“Because it’s me you’re talking to, so of course there’s more. Loser also has to do it wearing their plug, and in the outfit of the winner’s choice.”

“And what does the winner get?”

“Besides the joy of getting to watch the loser clean the places we’re going to fuck with his plug in? How about we toss in that the winner also gets to…” I searched for something to add.

“They get to pick where we go for our next date,” Jamie suggested.

“Deal.”

He leaned down to peck a kiss against my lips. “We should get up.”

“Yeah. I’m getting hungry.” Almost on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly.

Jamie laughed and slid off me. “Come on. I’ll make us some breakfast, then we can get started on our weekend in.”

It didn’t take long for us to get up and throw on some sweats before heading into the kitchen.

“Um, Z?” Jamie asked, staring into the fridge.

“Yeah?”

“Did you pick up groceries yesterday?”

“Dammit.” I facepalmed myself. “I knew I forgot something. I was so focused on our date that I totally blanked after work.”

“It’s fine.” He closed the fridge. “Do you want to go grab something from the store or maybe hit up The Finer Diner?” he asked, mentioning the diner near my work that we liked to go to.

“This kinda kills the whole stay in the apartment and block out the world plan.” I patted my stomach. “But we gotta eat. How about we grab some breakfast at the diner, and I’ll order the groceries when we get home? Then we can start our weekend of sex and isolation.”

“Sounds good.” Jamie crossed the kitchen and gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll go put my outside clothes on.”

“Meet you at the front door in a few.”

The smell of grease, coffee, and lemon cleaner greeted us as we entered The Finer Diner.

It was a hole-in-the-wall place that was known for its massive portions and classic diner fare, especially their breakfast platters. Which was exactly what we looked for in a place.

“Where do you want to sit?” I asked Jamie as the door closed behind us, the bell chiming obnoxiously.

“How about…” he trailed off.

I followed his stunned gaze.

Jesse sat at a booth about a dozen paces away with Sebastian and two men I didn’t recognize since their backs were to us.

Jesse looked up at the same instant, and after a brief pause, he lifted his hand in greeting.

The two men sitting with him to us turned as we came up to their table. I instantly recognized them as Jesse’s brothers, Adam and Quinn.

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