“You missed a lot,” he says on a quick inhale, taking another sip of his drink and looking out the window.
Jane points across the table at him, snapping her fingers.
“You. What do you know?” The table erupts in laughter because Jane cannot stand not being in the know. She wants answers and wants them right now.
Trystan raises his hands in surrender.
“Let’s just say they duked it out and finally found some common ground.”
“Oh thank goodness. I thought they’d never get along,” Jane says, taking a bite of her pancakes, but then freezing mid-chew and dropping her fork when it hits her. It’s about the same time as it clicks with a few of the others, and I hear the collective gasp. Trystan just laughs. I look from him to Ava, and she’s so adorably flushed with embarrassment right now that I just want to pull her across the table into my lap.
“Oh my gosh! What?! No way!” Jane squeals, looking at her red-faced friend. “I knew you looked different this morning!” Jane looks over at me with her mouth open, then shuts it and grins. She picks up her fork and begins eating again, then looks back at Ava and points her fork at her. “Tuesday marg night better have some deets attached with it.” The whole table erupts into raucous laughter and goes back to eating like our whole group’s dynamic didn’t just change again.
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My alarm clock blares at six Tuesday morning, and I want to throw it across the room. After turning the noisy little fucker off, I grab my phone to see that Ava has already sent me a picture of her smiling with her coffee in a cute pink mug. Theword “Morning!” written across the top. This gem of a woman. I text her back with a picture of me flipping off the alarm clock which gets an immediate response of laughing emojis. I am not a morning person. She sends back a picture of a lacy, baby blue thong laying on her bed next to her pair of killer black heels. I groan knowing that that’s what she’ll have on under her outfit today.
Me: Okay, I’m awake now. That is a gorgeous scrap of lace.
Ava: I figured that’d help get you up and moving ;)
Me: Grrr…
Reaching into my boxers, I shift my hard dick to a less painful position. Shit, that’s just not going to work for me.
Me: It got something up and moving…
Ava: LOL
Ava: What big project you guys got going today?
Me: Still at the Johnson place. Electrician finally finished, so we’ll get to put some drywall up today. The build is coming together.
Ava: Well that’s good. What are your plans for lunch?
Me: That depends on what your plans for lunch are.
Ava: I’d most definitely like a burger with a side of kisses.
I smile at the sweetness of her declaration, while my cock has other ideas and throbs with the possibilities it’s conjuring.
Me: I’ll pick you up for burgers and kisses.
Ava: Yas! Lunch for me is at twelve.
Me: I’ll be there.
Ava: XOXO
I hop out of bed and run through the shower, taking care of my situation before making sure I pick a functional yet handsome look for lunch. I stroll into the office ten minutes early and get a whistle from Trish at the desk.
“Which customer has you getting all foxified for them today?”
I laugh under my breath and grab the stack of mail to rifle through. Trish is a happily married, but shameless, forty-five year old flirt.
“I have a lunch date with Ava.”
“Oh? She has a name? Have I seen this Ava before?”
