Page 7 of Why Cheese?
“HeEllo!” Bree’s voice cracks. His face crumples in a familiar look of mortification, then he shrinks into the collar of his shirt.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, overrun with sympathy. Bree takes a quick peek over at me, then he buries his face in Cheddy’s shoulder. The exuberant man either doesn’t notice or care.
Roq suddenly slides into view. “Now that the introductions are over, explain yourself. What are you doing down here?”
“Like I said…”
“Yes, you were ‘looking.’ Looking for what, precisely?”
Not four naked men, that much is certain.
Cam interrupts with a strange question. “How long were we out? This doesn’t feel like a Sunday to me.”
“You can feel days?” Cheddy asks with wonder.
“No, he can’t,” Roq argues.
“Of course. Sunday has that quiet, holier than thou, secretly judging you feel. Like Roq.”
Roq’s response is to snarl.
“What about me?” Cheddy asks damn near clapping his hands.
“You, my friend, are a Saturday to the core.”
“I like this game. Oh, and Bree? Is he a Wednesday?”
“No one likes Wednesday,” Bree mutters.
“I’m not sure if that’s right,” Cam muses.
“Enough!” Roq shoots to his feet until his head nearly collides with the ceiling. A pale pink dick with a red head bobs toward me shaking with anger. I dig my nails into my knees, fighting to force my head to turn, but it’s stuck.
I shouldn’t be looking. I shouldn’t be anywhere near a naked man. That pulsing vein is burning into my soul with every second.
“Pst,” Cam calls to him. “XY…yer cock’s out.”
Roq slaps a hand over his loin region, disguising some of it. With a snarl, he pulls out his trousers and tries to dress while laying into the other men. Round about the time he closes the long line of buttons on his pants, he turns to me. “What day is today?”
They don’t know the date?
“Please…?” Cam prompts causing Roq to sigh.
“Please tell me what today’s day is, Violette.”
“The second,” I squeak.
They all gasp.
“Three weeks?” Cam fumes for some reason.
Roq’s voice softens to an almost mournful cry. “And the month, young lady?”
They’re all staring at me like they’re on pins and needles hoping for the right answer. I want to give it to them, but I have no idea what they want. “April?”
“Seven months!” Cam exclaims. “I knew this was a bad deal from the start.”
“Calm yourself,” Roq argues. “There must be an explanation.”
