“Your blood has a tendency to circulate straight to your dick, and I need pizza. And a shower,” she realized. “A shower, then pizza, because, pal of mine, we are a mess.”
“All right. Let’s get what’s left of these clothes.”
She found the rag of her shirt, what used to be her underwear, and other assorted apparel. Together, they carried the evidence out of the kitchen.
“And don’t think you’re going to nail me again in the shower. We’re done.”
He nailed her again in the shower, but only because she’d brought it up in the first place.
They ate pizza in the sitting area of the bedroom. By the time she was working on the third piece, she felt the hollow in her belly might just fill again.
“What did you do today?” she asked him.
“About what?”
She cocked her head. “Every now and again, I like to touch base with what it is you do. It reminds me you’re not just a pretty sex object.”
“Ah, I see. I had meetings.” He lifted his shoulders as she continued to stare at him. “Most often, when I explain what it is I do, you get this glassy look in your eye, or fall into unconsciousness.”
“I do not. Well, okay, the glassy look maybe, but I’ve never lost consciousness.”
“I had a meeting with my broker. We discussed current market trends and—”
“I don’t need every minute detail. Broker meeting—stocks and bonds
and blah blah. Check. What else?”
His lips twitched. “A conference regarding the Olympus Resort. Two new areas are ready to open. I’m expanding the police and security force. Chief Angelo sends her regards.”
“Right back at her. Any trouble up there?”
“Nothing major.” He washed down pepperoni pizza with champagne. “Darcia wondered when we might be coming back for a visit.”
“The next time I pass out and can be dragged into a space shuttle.” She licked pizza sauce off her finger. “What else?”
“Internal staff meeting, a number of security checks. Routine. Discussion of preliminary reports on a sheep farm in New Zealand I’m considering buying.”
“Sheep? Baa-baa?”
“Sheep, wool, lamb cutlets, and other by-products.” He passed her a napkin and that made her think of Mrs. Parksy. “I had an extended business lunch with a couple of developers and their rep, who’d like me to come aboard their project. A massive indoor recreation center in New Jersey.”
“Will you?”
“Doubtful. But it was entertaining to hear them out, and eat on their expense account. Is that enough for you?”
“That was just through lunch?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re a busy guy. Is it harder for you to handle all this stuff out of New York than it was when you traveled?”
“I still travel.”
“Not like you used to.”
“It used to hold more appeal for me. Before I had a wife who invited me to nail her on the kitchen floor.”
She smiled, but he knew her too well. “What’s troubling you, Eve?”