So did my brother.
“I’m cool with that,” I told him then asked, “Anything I can do?”
“Although Lee’ll be keepin’ an eye on you, I still want you to let someone know where you are, or alternately where you’re gonna be, and when you expect to get there and do that at all times.”
I could do that.
So I replied, “Copy that.”
He shook his head but his lips quirked.
“Okay, so, I have to get to Smithie and check in. But first, I have to have sex with my man on his desk. Can we do that pronto so I can get a move on?”
It wasn’t a flowery statement or a seductive one, but on the word “sex”, his eyes heated and his body moved, backing to his desk and taking me with him. This I took as him agreeing to my plan.
And he did. He just had additions.
“First, you go down on me in my chair. Then I fuck you on the desk.”
Total happy place spasm so big it sent quivers down my inner thighs.
“You get that, then I get you returning the favor with me on your desk,” I bartered.
Ren was an easy sell.
I knew this when his mouth came to mine, his eyes burning, and he replied, “Done.”
Then his arms closed tight and he kissed me.
In the end, I really couldn’t tell you which phase of sex on (and around) Ren’s desk was the highlight.
So I figured we had to do it again, and soon, just so I could make sure.
Really hoped Vito would cave so my man could be close to me.
Seriously.
And not just so we could carpool.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Salvation
One week later…
I drove my Mustang into underground parking at my office.
It was nearly noon and I was still working mornings at Fortnum’s because Indy was still in the throes of morning sickness, and according to her doctors, would be for a while.
Although this was gross, she now had so much practice hurling, a quick, “Hang on,” dash to the bathroom, return, “I’m back” happened frequently.
My BFF.
Nothing fazed her.
All was settling in Rock Chick/Hot Bunch Land, which also meant in Ren and Ally Land.
For me, it was mornings at Fortnum’s, work my cases, evenings with Ren.
For Ren, it was work enduring a Vito freeze-out and thus working to wrap things up in order to leave, then evenings with me where I tried to make him feel better.
He hid it, but it was wearing on him.
I’d done what I could do with Vito.
The rest was up to Ren to decide.
That was, of course, if I didn’t lose it, charge into Vito’s office and rip him a new one. Though, I suspected that wouldn’t help.
And I had cases. Two of them. One, Shirleen (and thus Lee) had punted me. One was from a friend who had a friend who needed help.
Surprisingly, when I shared that I didn’t accept gift cards or discounts as payment anymore; she said she’d talk to her friend and share this info. Then her friend came in and chatted with Daisy. After that, she hired me.
Both cases were domestics and I was working them with Matt. From experience, neither case would last long. That said, it was interesting having a partner.
Interesting in a good way.
Matt was kind of the Unknown Hot Bunch Guy. I’d spent time around him. Partied with him. Shot the shit with him. I knew his girlfriend, Daphne. I knew he was hot in a boy next door kind of way. But other than that, not much.
