Page 75 of Pretend You Love Me
“I’m supposed to be working,” she mumbles.
“I think your boss will understand.”
“Do you think they heard?” Her face is bright red.
“Yes.”
She grows even redder.
“Everyone is going to know what we’re doing,” she says.
“They all think we’re making a baby in here and couldn’t be more excited about it.”
She laughs and leans her head on me.
Eventually we get back to work, and everyone does look at us like they know exactly what we were doing. I don’t give a fuck, but Ginger’s face nearly matches her hair the entire night. There must be something wrong with me because it turns me on to see her blush.
When we get home for the night, she pulls me to her bed. She climbs on top of me and rides me until we’re both speechless. I sleep in her bed. We’re not even pretending to keep that rule any longer. The next morning, she’s up before me, waiting for me with coffee in hand when I come out into the kitchen.
She kisses me softly as she hands me the mug. “Morning.”
“Morning.”
“Yesterday was nice,” she says.
“Just nice?”
Her mouth twitches up just a little. “Want some eggs?” She turns to the stove and starts heating up a pan.
“Sure. Hey Ginger, will you really not tell me what's going on?”
Her body deflates a little. She doesn’t turn back around. “Kip, can’t we just enjoy this?”
I don’t respond.
“Are you going to give a statement at the police station today?”
“I’d rather not.” She turns to face me. Worry is etched across her face.
“Hawk isn’t going to back down.”
“I need more time.”
“For what?” I stand up.
She doesn’t respond.
“For what?” I repeat.
“For what I came here to do,” she says, softly.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as I walk outside.
I walk all the way to the cabin without stopping. I pull out my cell phone and call Hawk.
He sounds surprised when he picks up the phone. “Everything alright?”
“No. I need your help with something.”
