I flick her with a wooden sample spoon I have yet to dispose of. "I can speak for myself." I slow down so Kass is walking right beside me instead of behind me like a creeper. "I am indeed a tad sore."
"Good. Then I did my job well, wouldn't you say?"
"Don't get cocky."
"What's that? You want my cock again?"
"Shut up!" Now, I'm flickinghimwith my wooden spoon.
"Oww, that actually kind of hurt." He rubs the spot on his arm where I smacked him, and I can actually see a red welt starting to form.
I throw my hand over my mouth. "Sorry! Fia didn't react to it, so I figured it didn't hurt that bad."
We both turn our heads to look at Fia for an explanation. She only smirks and says, "I liked it."
"Of course you did, you sadist."
We all burst out laughing, which gets the attention of Iris and Clover, who are about ten paces ahead of us,thankfully well out of earshot. They slow down and get close enough for us to hear them.
"Clover and I are going to go to the face painting table. Is that okay?" She's looking at Kass.
"I don't mind."
"Do you guys want to come with us?"
We all give our quick responses, something to the tune of, "I'm good," in different terms.
"Okay. We'll meet you guys by the food trucks when we're done."
"Sounds good." Kass hands Clover some cash, and she runs off with Iris before it's even securely in her hand.
Kass, Fia, and I keep walking and stop at a booth selling essential oils, incense, and yoga mats. We must give our attention for a little too long, because before we know it, the guy selling them is pulling us down onto a couple of sample mats and asking us to try them out. Reluctantly, we kneel down on them.
"Wow, this is actually surprisingly comfy."
"Right?!" Fia agrees.
The mats are lying on the cement, so in theory, this shouldn't be this comfortable, but the thick pad beneath me provides ample cushion for my knees.
I'm adjusting myself on the mat when I hear Kass laughing above us.
I look up to find him pressing his lips together and adjusting his jeans.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just like the way you two look on your knees in front of me."
I look to my left, where Fia kneels in a similar position next to me, our hands on our laps, looking like a couple ofsubs. "Oh god." Fia and I crack up, leaning into each other for support as we wheeze with laughter.
Kass's demeanor is calm, cool, and collected, with only a slight smirk on his face. I just know he's fantasizing about all the things he'd want to do to us in a subservient position like this, all the rope ties he'd use to bind us together. Shit. Now I'm getting hot and bothered just thinking about it.
Fia and I stand, thanking the man for letting us try his mats before politely excusing ourselves. He definitely heard what Kass said because the look he gives us as we leave makes my skin crawl.
After that awkward encounter, we go to find Iris and Clover at the face painting booth. Iris now looks like a tiger, which is perfect with her curly red mane. Clover picked a purple butterfly.
We spend another half hour wandering around the market together. Just before we leave, Kass asks to stop by the cart selling fresh flowers.
"Hey, Clover, help me pick out some flowers for the girls."
