Alfie:Please contain yourselves.
Lottie:EMERGENCY DINNER PARTY TONIGHT. EVERYONE GET HERE FOR SEVEN AND WE WILL PARENT TRAP THESE TWO.
Alfie:Please no. Just tell me how I can fix this.
Katie:I’ve texted Mia. She’s confirmed she’s free. See you tonight, lover boy.
Caleb:There was no opportunity for me to intervene. Sorry, Alf.
Jonesy:Another night with you, princess. Can’t wait.
Katie:I’m glad you’re finally enjoying the cot, Jonesy.
*Jonesy left the chat*
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Mia pulls out her emerald green swishy skirt and a black jumper from my closet, placing them on the bed. She’s brought a few clothes over now that she’s staying here until the situation with the notes is resolved.Howit will get resolved, I have no idea. I could go to the police…I should go to them, really. Mia is in danger, at least from someone who has a warped view of women, but there’s something niggling at me that says I’m notfully grasping this situation. Nate is overbearing, but he likes Mia. Despite lingering at her desk to chat, I hadn’t noticed anything that would be overly concerning, at least not in my line of work. I’ve heard a lot worse.
“I might stay at the house tonight,” she says, brushing through her long black hair.
She was going to have to go back at some point. The whole purpose of her living down the road is that she was supposed to be house-sitting after all. Guilt creeps up my spine. If there’s a logical argument as to why she shouldn’t go back, it’s not springing to mind, and I can’t very well force her to stay here because I like the way it feels to wake up with her.
“Okay,” I say.
Her reflection watches me in the mirror, a blank expression on her face, and I feel like every lie I’ve told her is written across my skin, like she can read them all.
“I’m grateful for you letting me stay here, but I don’t want to be in your way.”
“You’re not in my way.”
“Why did you lie to me this morning?” she asks, the swerve in conversation giving me whiplash.
“I didn’t.”
“Why are you lying now?” She places her hairbrush on the counter, turning to face me.
My throat dries, and I try to swallow, but my tongue isn’t working. She takes a step toward me, amusement dancing in her eyes, her lip quirks up.
“You’re a shit liar, Dr. Adams.”
“I told you I’m not lying.” I swallow thickly as she runs her eyes down my body; my dick perks up in response. We haven’t had sex in nearly a week, and I’ve been furiously hard at every thought of her, every whiff of her perfume, and every side glance. It’s insufferable.
She continues prowling toward me until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I fall back onto the soft bedding, and she drops to her knees.
Her hands caress the outside of my pants, rubbing against my cock like she’s at a fucking petting zoo.
“Are you sure you’re not lying?” she whispers, her voice dripping with seduction.
“Uh, no.”
“You’re not sure?” She smirks.
“No, I mean, no, I’m not lying. Please don’t stop,” I rasp. I’m not beneath begging. I’ll fucking do it, even if I’m lying, even if I don’t deserve whatever it is she’s about to do for me. I’ll take it and I’ll be a better man after.
She undoes my button, pulling my zipper down inch by inch before I lift my hips and pull them down. “Are you doing this, Mia? Are you gonna suck my cock?”
“Yeah, Dr. Adams. Is that what you want?”
