“It means we have a problem to work out, and with just one look, I want to forget that problem, forget dinner, and go give my new bed another workout.”
I tug her hand toward the bedroom. “Okay.”
“No. Food, sabotage tiny-dick, and then sex.”
“Is the order of operations set or” —I try flashing her one of my famous grins— “is there some wiggle room?” I almost mention that her little itinerary combined with the thought of her wiggling has me hard, but since she shook her head, picked up her purse, and is headed for the door, I think the part of me that’s growing harder will have to wait.
“Fine,” I say, “You drive a hard bargain.”
It isn’t until we’re nearly halfway through our sushi that something she said earlier hits me. I lay down my chopsticks. “Wait, what did you say earlier about the honeymoon?”
She dips her California roll in soy sauce and looks up at me. “He lied about France. He wouldn’t tell me what he had planned. It was supposed to be a surprise. But I accidentally opened an email of his and saw the itinerary. Like I said, he had a week booked in New York.”
I cocked my head to the side. “How did youaccidentallyopenhisemail?”
Her eyes open wide. “Shit. He programmed his password into my laptop one time when we were on a weekend getaway. His laptop was out in the car and he had to reply to...” She starts nodding and bouncing in her chair. “Oh shit. I have access to his email.”
It takes all my self-restraint to keep my eyes on hers and not at the way her free-range tits are bouncing beneath that tank top. “Do you think he’s changed the password?”
“If he’s smart...” Her smile grows.
“Right.”
“Hopefully, he’s forgotten that he did it.”
Just before I stuff the last roll of sushi in my mouth, I say, “Let’s go back to your place and see what we can find.”
Sami
I’m so excited to find out if we have access to Jackson’s emails that I tug on Marshal’s hand, hurrying him from the parking lot to my condo. “Hurry.”
“I thought you liked it slow,” Marshal responds as his long strides catch up with and pass me until he’s the one in the lead.
Grinning, I shake my head.
I’m not sure if I never noticed all of Marshal’s sexual innuendos, or if I did and they didn’t used to affect me. Either way, I love how comfortable we are with one another and how easy it is to be together. There was a part of me that was afraid sex would change things.
Maybe it has changed things.
In a good way.
Once we’re in my condo, Marshal follows me to my bedroom.
“Hey, why are we in here?” he asks as his eyebrows dance. “I know. You’ve decided that the bed workout comes before taking down tiny-dick?”
“No, there’ll be nocomingbefore taking down tiny-dick.”
Marshal smiles, snaps his fingers, and points to me. “You’re good.”
“I told you I was.” I sit down at my desk and open my laptop.
“Where were you?”
I crane my neck to see Marshal’s face. “When? What are you talking about?”
“Where were you when he used your laptop?”
I let out a long sigh. “Holland.”