I let the treat melt on my tongue. It’s good chocolate. Rich and fruity, with just enough sugar to cut the bitterness.
Perfect for her, really.
“Now,” I agree.
She smiles with pride and satisfaction.
Is that how she smiles when her partner comes? Whenshecomes?
Now that’s a mental image.
Deanna, in my lap, in that sheer black cover-up, with nothing under it, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parting with a low, deep groan.
She lets out a low, deep groan as she tastes the chocolate.
I pinch myself to make sure I’m awake. I am. She’s here, across from me, gorgeous in the sunlight.
And she’s actually groaning like she’s about to come. All right, her groan is reasonable for a woman in need. Too reasonable.
It’s my head, my desire to watch her experience every kind of pleasure, to give her every kind of pleasure.
No.
She’s here for a reason, but I have a cause, too. If she can work me, I can work her.
“Why did you start your company?” I ask.
“Shouldn’t we head back?” she asks. “Your grandma needs her tea, too.”
Probably. “You’ll still have to answer.”
“Okay.”
“After I use the bathroom.”
She nods.
I stand and move to the back of the shop. The door is locked. And my thoughts are way too eager to return to her groan.
I pull out my cell for a distraction. The comic I’m reading maybe.
Only there are two sets of texts waiting for me. One from my sisters and one from Grandma.
I look at my sisters’ first.
North:We don’t have official family meetings, River. We use chat, like normal people.
Fern:We’re glad you’re here, but we have a system in place. You know Grandma. She hates that any of us know. She won’t accept help.
North:She’s even more stubborn than you.
Fern:Me or him?
North:Who would be more stubborn than you, Fern?
Fern:Um, rude. But, yes, we do have a system, alternating weeks. Me, North, Mom, Dad, and a few of Grandma’s friends. We’re glad you’re here but we don’t need to rework the system.
North:As long as you’re here, you can pick up my weeks. I can’t always make it from LA with everything happening at home.