Page 40 of Flaunt
“Oh, did you and Becca find some nice seashells or what?”
Her smirk twists into a grin. But before she can retort, Jess slams his hands on the countertop.
“Can we focus here?” he booms.
“I was,” I whisper.
This only irritates him more. “Do you know what Pippa is doing right now?”
I pretend to think about it. “No. There’s really no way for me to know, but if you want me to guess, I’d say—”
“She’s sitting on the bathroom floor with chickens crawling all around designing a chicken coop and calling herself a chicken mom.”
“I don’t think chickens crawl,” I say. “You're a chicken dad now. You better know these things.”
He grits his teeth together.
“Baby chickens are cute,” Ashley says.
“Then I’ll bring them over here. Theypeep,” Jess says. “Loud. A lot. And they shit. And stink.”
“The girl at the farm supply store said that if you keep their nesting material clean, they wouldn’t smell. I got some extra bedding for you. It’s in the back of my truck.”
Jess glares at me before heading for the door. “I’m going home to disinfect my bathtub and try to convince Pippa to find a nice home for twelve fucking chicks.”
“You better find that thirteenth one,” I shout before the door slams shut.
As soon as Jess is gone, the room erupts in laughter.
A deep gratification from Jess’s annoyance ripples through me.He thought he would have the last laugh? I think not.
“Chicks, Banks?” Maddox asks, amused. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“It’s a talent.”
“Are you ever going to let this go with Jess?” Ashley asks.
“Well, Maddox said I couldn’t put spiders in Foxx’s car. I have to keep myself entertained somehow. Besides,” I say, moving into the living room. “What would be worse than getting texts and calls throughout the day? I’ll tell you what—something you can’t just turn off. I can put my phone on my desk or turn off the ringer. What can he do with chickens?”
Sara grins. “He can give them to a farm.”
“Not when Pippa loves them.” My laughter sounds like a villain’s, but I can’t help it. “He’ll have to keep them.Forever.”
Maddox sighs.
“What if he can’t find the last one?” Ashley asks. “The poor little thing. Could it have hopped out of the tub? Can chicks fly?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. But there were only twelve. I just want him to have to look for the thirteenth one for a while.”
Sara laughs. The sound makes my dick hard.
“The dating app crossed a line,” I say, finding myself staring at Sara.I gotta get the hell out of here. “On that note, I’m going to take my tape and go.”
“Wait,” Maddox says.
Here we go… “I really can’t. I have something, you know, falling apart at my house, and I need the tape to put it back together.”Not bad for thinking on my feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Banks,please,” Ashley says, standing. “We need a favor.”
