Page 32 of Elijah
“Well thanks for that at least.” I gave a short laugh as Sam turned back to the TV.
“You’re a stupid prick at times, but you’re not a cheat, Eli. Anyway, where’s the lovely Mia now?”
“Taking a shower.”
“Washing you off herself I assume.” He turned to grin at me and wiggled his brows. “Can’t beat a bit of lazy morning sex.”
I didn’t answer, but just smiled. He was right, you couldn’t, but while I’d enjoyed sex with Mia, there’d been something missing, but I had no damn idea what it was.
“She stay over a lot?” Sam asked.
“A couple of nights a week, usually at the weekend.”
“You stay there?”
“Not often, she’s got a flatmate who smells like farts because of the bloody awful vegetarian curries that she insists on eating for almost every meal.”
“Maybe Mia should move in here.” He looked at me with a smirk that said everything about the shit stirring dick he was at times.
“Yeah maybe,” I replied, calling his bluff to shut his antics down. “I think Mia moving in here would be a great idea.”
“Oh my God, really?”
Sam bolted upright and I gripped the arm of the chair, as Mia walked in, freshly showered and grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh baby,” she cried. “That’s the best idea ever.”
