I turn back to the clothes, hang the sweater back up, and pull out a tank top. When I turn back to Pell, I’m grinning.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
I blink at him. “Doing what?”
“Teasing me with these clothes? It’s December, Pie. Sweaters are appropriate.”
“It must be tropical in Vinca City because it didn’t look like December there. The sun was high and hot. I’m not wearing that sweater.”
He huffs air, then pulls the silk blouse back out. “This is fine, then.”
I take the silk and trade him the tank top. “But don’t worry, I won’t wear a skirt.” I pull out a pair of tan trousers that only go to my knee. “How’s this?”
He nods his approval. Then his eye catches something else on the rack. “What the hell?” He pulls out another hanger and holds it up.
“Oh. That’s nice,” I say. “Eyebrows made you some pants.”
He chuckles. “Well, I guess you get your way.”
“And I guess you get yours too.”
Now we both grin at each other, then laugh.
“Anyway,” Pell says. “I need to wear clothes when I’m smithing. It’s too easy to light myself on fire if I don’t.”
“Please don’t light yourself on fire while I’m at work, Pell. I’ll be pissed.”
He chuckles as he pulls the pants off the hanger and steps into them. I watch as he arranges his giant dick into a huge bulge, then buttons them up.
“Holy hell. You cannot go out in public like that.”
Pell practically guffaws. “Now you know how I felt yesterday with your gorgeous legs all over the place.”
I let out a breath. “Fine. I understand your point of view. But… those pants?”
“You don’t want me to wear them?” He’s grinning like a boy.
“Of course I want you to wear pants, Pell. Just… do you have to bunch your dick up like that?”
He guffaws, reaches into his pants, rearranges his dick so it’s lying flat down the length of his thigh, then looks up at me, ready to burst with laughter.
“Fine.” I giggle. “Bunch it up, then.” I turn away because the sight of his giant dick underneath those tight pants is starting to turn me on.
“Shit,” Pell says. “I’ll meet you up the hill. I forgot the fucking bag of rings in the Pleasure Cave last night.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s still there.” Then he heads for the door.
I’m sure it’s not, but I don’t say anything. He’s in charge of the bag of rings, I guess. He can deal with it. I go back upstairs and get ready.
I think about work as I brush my teeth and hair. But my mind wanders to my makeshift curling iron sitting on a shelf above the vanity. Then I remember that Tomas brought home a solar generator last night.
I need one for the cottage. I could have a coffeemaker. The kind that uses those the little single-serving cups. And a microwave. I could even have a little electric stove. Or… holy shit! I could get something to heat the water! I have been a pretty big girl about the whole wood stove thing but life would get considerably better if I just had instant hot water.
I might need two of those things. Hell, I might need an entire array of solar panels. I wonder how handy Pell is. Could he install them?
This makes me snort. Because if you had asked me last week if Pell could install solar panels, I would’ve had a good long laugh at that thought.