Page 3 of Whatever Lola Wants

Anna had finally ditched her soul-sucking corporate accounting job a few months before and branched out on her own, something Lola had been nagging her to do for a few years. Not that she was going to say I told you so. “That’s great.”

Anna grinned. “It really is. I love being my own boss.”

“I knew you would,” Lola said. Okay, maybe a little I told you so. They stepped into the kitchen and Lola’s mouth fell open. “Holy crap.”

Anna bounced on her toes. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Wow.” Lola turned in a circle, taking in the gleam of tile and appliances, the acres of marble counters. The cabinets were a bold blue, the pendant lights above the island were a polished copper, lending a softening glow to all that cool marble. The effect was elegant, stylish, and warm—and completely Anna.

“Anna, this is…”

“It’s my dream kitchen,” Anna said and, arms spread wide, bent forward to drape herself across the island.

“What are you doing?”

“Hugging it.” Cheek pressed to the marble, Anna sighed. “I want it to know how much I love it.”

“Is she hugging the island again?” Grant asked, stepping into the kitchen with his dog at his heels.

“Yep,” Lola said, watching her friend croon to the marble with amusement.

“She do this a lot?” Simon wanted to know.

“I find her like this at least once a day.”

“Weird,” was Simon’s opinion of that.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Grant strolled up behind his girlfriend to press his hips into her ass. “It has its advantages.”

Simon snorted, Lola snickered, and Anna let out a rolling laugh. “I love this island for many, many reasons,” she told Lola.

“Can’t blame you.” Lola looked down at the dog, who’d wandered over to sniff at her. She patted his head, which was nearly level with her waist. “Hello, Henry. Don’t eat me.”

“He will not eat you,” Anna chided and pushed off the counter.

Grant slid an arm around Anna’s waist and nuzzled her neck. “True. It would take too much energy.”

Henry gave Lola’s knees a final snuffle, then collapsed on the floor with a heavy sigh.

Anna wiggled in Grant’s hold. “Let me go. I have to prep dinner.”

Grant turned her in his arms and slid his hands down to her ass. “What’s the hurry?”

“Our guests might be hungry,” she pointed out.

He gave her ass a hearty squeeze. “They can wait,” he rumbled and kissed her

“Well, that’s just fine,” Simon griped, and Grant lifted his head. “You invite us over for dinner and then leave us to starve while you disappear for a quick bang?”

Lola snickered, and Grant grinned, dimples flashing. “Who said anything about disappearing?”

“Grant!”

“What? You like when people watch.”

Anna huffed out an annoyed breath, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “We need to maintain healthy boundaries with our friends.”

“Does that mean we’re not getting a show?” Lola wondered. “Bummer.”

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