“Care to share what that test was, exactly?”
She sighed and slammed one of the burritos on the table. “I’ve been taking online courses at UCSD, and one of my classed required an
in person test. No big deal.”
Seemed like a pretty big fucking deal to me, but I decided not to push. For now. “I took a few business classes before investing some money with my friends. Made me think maybe I should’ve gone to school instead of the military.”
“You regret your time in the Navy?”
“No, but that shit doesn’t go away.”
She nodded like she got it, and I wondered what shit from her past stayed with her. “You’re a numbers guy?” I nodded, wearing a proud grin. “Figures,” she grumbled. “I work hard to get good grades, but being out of school so long means it’ll probably always be hard.” She froze as though she was waiting for me to ask more.
Since she started opening up to me a little more, I looked her straight in the eyes. “You gonna tell me now?”
“Maybe after dinner,” was all she said and opened the first burrito. “We can split them unless you have a preference?”
My gaze darkened at the tiny scrap of clothes she wore, the way her nipples puckered under my gaze. “I’d prefer to eat it off you, but I suppose you have objections.”
She laughed. “Melted cheese and salsa? Yeah, I object.”
“I don’t know, girl, it could be fun.”
She froze, and I waited for her sharp tongue to lash me for my words. “Maybe on your sheets, but I’m not cleaning it up.”
Well damn, she shocked the hell out of me. I leaned back and laughed loud and hard while she stared like I’d grown another head. “Thanks for that. And I’ll happily clean up anything you let me eat off you.”
She kept a saucy grin on her face while we finished putting together our plates and took them into the living room, along with a bottle of tequila. She made margaritas but I was a man, I didn’t drink margaritas. “Suit yourself.” She shrugged and poured a glass for her then set a measly half shot of tequila in front of me.
I ate in silence while that dinky little shot mocked me. In the end, I blamed the hot salsa along with my desire to see Minx smile again on my surrender. “Fine, pour me a drink. Please.” The sound of her laugh and the way her tits jiggled when she did made it all worth it. Never mind the margarita was damn good. “You make good drinks. Maybe you should get paid for it,” I joked.
“Want to pay me for it?”
“Cash or credit,” I asked with more than a little innuendo in my tone. I gave her a long, heated look and licked my lips. Her pulse raced as her breathing changed, a small triangle of pink peeked out of her mouth and swept across her bottom lip, pulling a groan from me. “Flesh?”
With a pronounced swallow, she picked up her refreshed glass and took a few big gulps. “You’re not that irresistible, you know.”
“Oh, but I am,” I told her and sat back, the half empty plate on my lap. “And you want me.”
She stood quietly and walked away, and I bit back a groan. Damn, the woman was prickly as fuck. I never knew which words of mine would set her off. But she turned me on, and I couldn’t stop flirting with her. I opened my mouth to apologize when a very small and thin tank top landed on my head. “You’re right. I do.”
I was on my feet and marching after her down the hall because goddammit I couldn’t get enough of her. She was a unique mixture of shy and adventurous that kept my dick hard and my mind occupied. I stepped over her shorts on my way to her room and had to stop and adjust my cock trying to press past my zipper. Yeah, I knew I would keep coming back as long as she would let me because she was fucking irresistible. “I knew it,” I told her and stopped dead in my tracks at the door to her bedroom.
Minx lay on the bed with her feet up, completely naked with her head tossed back and one finger plunging into the slick heat between her legs. “You gonna join or watch?”
I swallowed. “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll watch first. Then join,” I told her and freed my cock from his restraints, stroking it as I watched her.
“Fine by me,” she moaned, and I gripped my cock tight knowing I wouldn’t be able to wait too long.
Chapter Five
Minx
Another week off from the clubhouse made me glad that I own my little business or else I’d be in serious financial trouble. With Magnus gone there was a consensus that I didn’t get paid unless I worked, which I respected, but now that work hadn’t been as steady as it was, I knew I needed to step up my plans. I spent the first two days off finishing Talon’s dress along with two retro style rompers. Over the next day and a half, I cut new patterns and made two new dresses with different cuts and put them up online. I offered nearly a dozen colors and sizes so all I needed to do was wait. And advertise.
Today, though, I planned to rest, maybe do a little grocery shopping and clean my house. A nice boring day that most people took for granted but always managed to make me feel a little giddy. Packing up three boxes, I stopped at the post office where I ran into Trudy. “Hey, babe. How are things?”
Her smile looked haunted, but it was real. “Good. Really good now that Dagger’s fully healed.” Her shoulders had finally gotten rid of the stress they’d carried around for months now.