Page 23 of Curvy Crush
We both take a shower and get dressed for the day. I go downstairs and start preparing breakfast. She walks in and pours herself a cup of coffee, then spins around and leans against the counter to take a sip. I can’t help but to notice how those jeans look wrapped around her hips, how low cut her shirt is, and how snug. Suddenly, I forget all about this morning and I’m ready to go again.
Lola takes one look at me and holds up that damn finger again. “Don’t even think about it.”
I roll my eyes. “How do you even know what I’m thinking?”
She grins. “I always know what you’re thinking, and usually I’m down for it. But not today.”
“Fine, here’s your breakfast,” I say, sliding her plate across the counter.
She smiles and picks it up. “Thank you,” she says, taking it over to the table.
I take mine and join her. I watch as she picks up her piece of sausage and puts it in her mouth to take a bite. I let out a soft moan and her eyes cut to me.
Suddenly, she bites the sausage link in half, and I make a show of swallowing, making her laugh. “Stop it.”
I take a bite of my eggs. “You know, you’re only putting off the inevitable. If you don’t let me do it now, I’ll just be following you around the studio all day like a dog in heat.”
She laughs. “We literally just had sex. You’d think you were a teenage boy again.”
I laugh. “You make me feel like a teenage boy.”
She snorts and takes a sip of her coffee. “Better stop staring at me and eat or we’re going to be late.”
I groan and roll my head, popping my neck, but go back to eating my breakfast.
We arrive at the studio a little while later and she drops her purse in the office before heading straight to the back and getting her equipment started up for the day. I go into the office and start a pot of coffee. After Lola found out how much I spent going to the bakery and buying coffee every day, she had the great idea of putting a coffee pot in the office and I’ve been highly caffeinated every day since.
I brew a pot and pour us both a cup. I walk back and take it to her. I’m surprised to find her pouring flour onto a black sheet on the floor. I freeze. “What in the world are you doing?”
She looks up. “Oh, thanks,” she says, taking the coffee and taking a sip. She sets it onto the desk and goes back to the flour.
“What are you doing?” I ask again.
“Oh, it’s for a photoshoot.”
“Someone is going to roll in flour?”
She laughs. “Yep. You’ll see the magic later. Trust the process.”
“Okay,” I agree, turning and walking back to my canvas to get to work.
The day goes by quickly and with my earbuds in, I can’t even hear all the people coming in and out of the studio for their photoshoots. I turn around at one point and find a line of teenage girls though. I get confused and go back to not paying attention. Around lunchtime, I take the earbuds out of my ears and turn to find the studio empty. I walk back to Lola and she’s cleaning up all the flour.
“How’d the photoshoot go?”
“Great. I can’t wait to start editing the photos.”
“Want to go get some lunch?”
“Yes, I’m starving.” She disposes of the broom and dust pan and the two of us head down to the bakery for lunch. We both order a sandwich and some chips and sit at our usual table by the window to eat.
“Did you finish your painting?” she asks, taking a bite of her sandwich.
I shake my head. “Not yet. It should be done by the end of the day though.”
“Who’s it for?”
“Uh, your friend’s husband down at the bookstore?”
