“Fuck, all the food in the freezer and fridge needs to come with us.”
“I just need my uniform, and I’ll come back to help. The only thing that needs to be cleaned is the pan with the corn in it.”
It takes us twenty minutes to pack up everything, and by the time we walk out, I have sweat dripping down my temples. “That house is a sauna,” I mumble, placing the bags of food in the truck.
“Only because you didn’t have the windows open to create a breeze.” She opens the door and gets in. “We would have been fine, but you’re a prince who needs to be in air-conditioning.”
“Whatever you want to say, I don’t care, as long as you’re comfortable. Now, let’s get home so we can eat, and I can fuck you quick before you have to be in bed.”
“You are so lucky this child you put in me gives me extra hormones, and I really want to have sex with you, or else it would be a no.”
I can’t help but laugh as I pull out of her driveway.
“Wait!” She yells, laughing. “I need my car, I have to get to work.”
“I’ll drive you.” I pull away before she even has a chance to object.
“That makes no sense. It’ll be 3:00 a.m.”
“I’ll take you and then go back home to sleep,” I tell her. “Then I’ll pick you up, we’ll go eat, and I’ll take you back to my house so you can nap. If your house has power, we can head there after dinner.”
“You just have the answers for everything.”
“Not everything,” I admit, “but I try.”
She shakes her head.
It’s almost seven when we get to my house. “We have two hours before you need to be in bed.”
“Yes, so we have to eat fast.”
“I like the way you think,” I tease her. “I’ll bring in the stuff. You get the food situated, and then we’ll eat, and I’ll get my dessert.”
“You brought donuts?” She points at the white box I picked up after my meeting at the office. “So you can have that.”
“Your pussy tastes so much better than these donuts.” She shivers. “You know . . . we can have dessert before our meal. We are adults, we can do what we want.”
“What was the last thing you ate?” she asks me, and I look up to think. “So you don’t even have the energy to fuck me before we eat.”
“I have pent-up energy,” I retort, making her laugh as I walk up the five steps to my front door. I open the door for her to walk in. “Go straight down the hall, and you’ll see the kitchen on your left.” She glances curiously to the side, where there is the home office, before heading down the hallway and into the big family room, which has the dining room and kitchen.
Her mouth opens, and she looks back at me. “This room is as big as my whole house.”
“It’s just a house.” I walk past the oak dining room table that seats eight and set the bags on the big island. “Get the things in the fridge,” I urge her as she takes in my kitchen.
“This is so”—she runs her hand over the white marble countertop—“this makes your other house look like . . .”
“If it makes anything better, Caleb was the one who did all of this. I bought the house from him.”
“It doesn’t,” she huffs, head hanging.
“The only thing that I actually put in this house is the frame next to my bed of the baby,” I tell her, and her face goes soft. “I’m going to get the rest of the bags.”
As I walk back to the truck, my phone rings in my pocket. It’s Caleb.
“What the fuck? You can’t just message me that and then disappear.”
“I don’t have a lot of time.” I glance toward the front door to make sure she isn’t there. “Someone cut Collins’s electricity.”
