I’ve been vague with the guys about the details with Ella, and The Firm. Too much is still up in the air to get into a real discussion about it, and I don’t want to spend a poker night talking about it.
“Once a week sounds good to me. Or every other week.” I take a good look at Thomas. “You think every other week would be better with your ball and chain?”
I barely hear his answer as I text Ella to come like a good girl and then clean herself up.
“I like every week. The drive wasn’t too bad either.”
“Lindsey would binge-watch her show once a week,” Alex says. “Especially if you’re telling me that tricorn hats are hot now. I don’t know if I get the appeal of those kinds of hats.”
I offer a short chuckle, focused on my little bird’s lips making a perfect O as she finds her release on the bed. Fuck, that’s hot. I run my hand down my face. I’m hard as fuck.
“You’re going to have to if you want to keep up with her,” Tom jokes, and it’s another round of easy laughter.
“You all right?” Ethan asks.
“Just work,” I answer and when I look up, Damon’s brow is arched, his phone tapping on the felt surface.
“Yeah, sometimes,” he says. “It would be nice to get a heads-up.” His tone is dry and I force the humor to stay in my chest at the realization that Damon just got a scene he probably wasn’t prepared for. Or Silas did and informed Damon.
Either way, it’s one more reason that they need to leave her to me.
“Just don’t go being quiet and ignoring us,” Ethan says.
Thomas agrees and I have to reassure them that it’s not going to happen. My phone vibrates in my lap.
Ella: Did I please you?
Zander: Always, my little bird. I’m looking forward to fucking your pretty little pussy tomorrow.
Ella: That makes two of us.
Zander: If ever I’m not with you and you want to enjoy yourself, I give you full permission to do so, understood?
Ella: Understood. Thank you, Z.
Zander: Are you going to sleep?
Ella: Yes. I’m so tired.
Zander: Sleep well and dream of me.
Ella: You too, Z. xoxo
“I mean it. You’re being weird again. Moving and not telling us until after.”
“It’s a girl, isn’t it?”
“Tell me it’s a girl, fucking please. God, just tell me you’re getting laid again,” Thomas groans and the guys laugh at my expense.
“I’m not ignoring you guys. Just …” I contemplate my next words. “Just a bit busy with a client and I had to make some last-minute arrangements.”
“Is ‘client’ a code word here for something else?” Ethan questions.
Running my thumb down my jaw, I decide to admit it. “Possibly, yeah.”
“Damn.”
“Holy shit.”