Page 91 of Fluke
“Can’t do it now.” She grins coyly and breezes beside me. “We have an appointment and then dinner reservations after that.”
I hold up my hands, frazzled, as the heaviness in my groin deepens.Damn her. I adjust myself as I follow her.
“We’re supposed to go paddleboarding in a couple of hours,” she says, opening her suitcase. “Well, we can do that, or we can rent a glass-bottomed kayak.”
“Can I fuck you in the kayak?”
She grins. “Probably not. I’m pretty sure you’d flip us with your … enthusiasm.”
“You’d definitely scare the wildlife with the way you scream.”
Her cheeks flush, and she looks away.So damn beautiful.
My pocket buzzes, so I take out my phone. An alert is on the screen that my back door has been breached.
I quickly enter my code, so the police aren’t called. And, just as I expect, Banks walks in like he owns the place.
“That little motherfucker,” I say, shaking my head. “He didn’t even wait.”
Pippa looks up, confused. “Who didn’t wait for what?”
I lower my phone so she can see what I’m seeing. Banks heads to the fridge and takes out a bottle of orange juice. He forgoes a glass, drinking it straight from the jug while getting comfortable on the couch.
She snorts. “He’s saving you dishes.”
I roll my eyes.
“Did you really not expect him to do this?” she asks, plucking a green bikini, tank, and shorts from her suitcase.
I smirk.Yes. I. Did.
Despite the frustration with my brother over his refusal to stay the fuck out of my house, there’s satisfaction that comes along with it.He shouldn’t be so damn predictable.
I walk into the bedroom, my fingers flying over the phone screen.
“Jess…” Pippa draws my name out like she’s concerned. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Jess …”
I open an app, click a button. Open an email, click another button. Go back to the app and scroll through and exit.
Take that, you little shit.
Pippa stands, holding her garments. “Do I want to know what that was about?”
“You’ll find out. Just give it a day or two.”
She eyes me suspiciously.
My laugh is full of mischief as I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me. “What do you need? What can I do right now that would make your day better?”
Her head falls back, and she looks up at me with disbelief and confusion.
“What?” I ask.
“Let me ask you a question. If you could design the perfect day, what would it entail?”
