Page 33 of Riding the High

VIXEN

Too soon?

This isn’t funny Ginger.

VIXEN

I assume you didn’t tell my new stepdaughter about me?

When I don’t reply after a minute, another text comes through.

VIXEN

Listen, if I don’t laugh, I’ll think about all the ways my father is going to murder me if he finds out, and how the town will come after you with shovels and pitchforks.

Do you think Brent will be leading the pack, with Gemma screaming “off with his head”?

I smirk. Somehow even this doesn’t seem so bad when Ginger is in it with me. So, I decide to give in and play along. It’s better than stressing myself out all fucking night.

Yep. Told Mabel I found her a new mommy who loves housework and wants to come over and do all this goddamn laundry after a weekend away for me.

I huff out a breath. Never thought I’d useGingerandmommyin the same sentence in relation to Mabel. I pick a fluffy white towel out of the overflowing basket and start folding, snapping a photo to send to her in the process.

VIXEN

That’s a lot of towels.

Is it weird that seeing you do domestic things like laundry is doing it for me?

Just the thought of “doing it” for her makes my cock wake up.

Enough to want to come help fold?

I breathe out a sigh of relief as we fall back into our usual back-and-forth like nothing has changed.

VIXEN

That depends.

On what?

VIXEN

The way you fold your towels.

Quarters or thirds?

Careful if you get it wrong, I will be forced to divorce you.

I chuckle and scrub my face. The insanity of this situation momentarily consumes me, and I start to laugh.

Quarters. And if I got it wrong, we had a good run.

VIXEN

True. Because we’re done. It has to be thirds. Serves me right for getting married before I’ve ever had a real date.

You’ve never had a date?

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