CHAPTER 34
NERO
It’s Blake’s day off, and we're on the couch watching a movie.
Or at least we were some time ago, but it’s been a while since either of us looked at the TV.
The couch groans beneath us. My body covers hers, but I’m careful not to put my full weight on her.
I wrap my palm around her breast and pinch a nipple. “You make me fucking crazy.”
Her back arches as she presses her tit into my hand. It’s a good thing she didn’t have any plans today, because after having her work evening shifts for five days straight, I'm not planning on sharing her with anyone.
“Hellooooo… Fuck.”
My gaze snaps up.
Blake yelps and cranes her neck to look over the sofa.
Sandro. He’s standing at the threshold of the living room, his face beet red. He spins around. “Sorry! The front door was unlocked.”
With a growl, I grab my discarded shirt off the back of the couch and drape it over Blake. He better not have seen anything he wasn’t supposed to, or this is going to be an unpleasant conversation. “Just because the door’s unlocked doesn’t mean you can walk in here without knocking.”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I had something urgent to talk to you about,” Sandro says, his back still to us.
I get off Blake, help her put on the T-shirt she’s still wrestling with, and pick up my jeans. “Go wait outside while we get dressed.”
There’s a beat. “It’s snowing outside.”
My jaw clenches with irritation. “Sam, get out!”
Sandro sighs audibly and shuffles out of the room with another mumbled apology.
Blake looks mortified, but when she sees the look on my face, she lets out a hysterical giggle.
I shake my head. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s kind of funny. He looked like he’d burst a blood vessel.”
“I don’t like the idea of another man’s eyes on you.”
Her cheeks turn even redder than they already are. She gets on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. “I don’t think he saw anything except for his life flashing in front of his eyes when he heard the sound you made.”
That’s probably true, given I was hovering above her. Still, I feel a caveman-like urge to tell Sandro off for waltzing in on us like that.
“Go talk to him. It’s cold out. Do you think everything is okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. He’s just working on an important project for me.” I reach over and smooth her hair out of her face. “Don’t go far. I’ll be right back.”
I step out onto the porch and cast my gaze at Sandro, who’s sulking in a corner.
“Don’t do that again,” I snap.
“I didn’t see anything.”
“There’d be consequences if you had. What was so urgent that you're here without giving me a call?”
“I called. You didn’t pick up. Now I know why.” He leans against the wooden railing that wraps around the porch and crosses his arms over his chest. “So the leasing agent refused to hand over the keys.”
