Page 26 of Working For Her Attention

“Hmm,” she purred and lifted her head. “Maybe a little more playing?” she suggested. My already hard dick pulsed. “Maybe you can spank me?”

“Teach you a lesson—“ I didn’t get to finish what I was saying when frantic knocking sounded from the front door.

Knock, knock, knock.

It stopped and started again in intervals of three.

“Expecting company?” she asked.

“Not really.” I frowned. When the knocking started to get louder, I sighed. Whoever was at the door was obviously not going anywhere. “You stay here and let me get rid of whoever is at the door so we can get back to that list of stuff we should do.” I wagged my brows, and she giggled.

I dipped down just as she shifted to meet my lips in an easy, simple kiss. Like we’d done this morning=after shit a million times. Mine, that thing inside of me mumbled, already irked at whoever was at the door.

I rolled out of bed and felt her eyes on me as I pulled a pair of joggers and an old Miranda HVAC shirt out of my drawer. I hurried out into the living room. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. I cursed under my breath the moment I looked towards my driveaway and noticed the car there. What the fuck? No fucking way was this shit happening today of all days! I opened the door and stared into sea-glass green eyes staring up at me.

“What do you want?” My jaw clenched, but she just smiled back up at me like the pain in the ass she was.

“Well, hello to you, too.” She laughed.

“What. Do. You. Want?” I enunciated each word clearly, not bothering to give her any leeway of misinterpretation that today wasn’t a good day to visit. As happy as I was to see her, I didn’t want to hang out. She stared at me, not giving anything away, then she tilted her head.

“Did I wake you up? Is that why you’re all—“ Her fingers wiggled in front of her as they pointed at me.

“What?”

“It’s after ten in the morning,” she said, and I blinked. “You never sleep in.” Too observant for her own good.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re here but⁠—“

“But nothing. Let me in.” She stepped forward, and I pulled the door closer to my back, something I knew she wouldn’t miss. Talk about bad timing.

“Why?” I asked, knowing the moment I let her inside, all of Avery and my plans for doing stuff were going to fly out the fucking window.

“Why?” She laughed incredulously. “Maybe because I’ve been knocking on the door for the last ten minutes and I have to use your bathroom!”

“Look, how about I call you, say, in a month to make plans?”

“Haha, you’re funny. A month?” She straight up laughed in my face. “Did you forget what today is?” I blinked, and the pain-in-the-ass woman in front of me used that to her advantage, moving me out of the way. She stepped inside, and the sound I made at the back of my throat hinted at what I’d been trying to hide.

I loved my sisters, but Jesus, they had horrible timing.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know what you’re playing at or why you’re even here⁠—”

“You don’t remember that today is Mami’s birthday and you offered to host lunch?” I shut my eyes. My mom’s birthday. How the hell had I forgotten that? “Holy shit! You forgot Mom’s birthday? The golden child? Mom’s favorite.”

“I’m not her favorite, Stells. And if I were, why didn’t you remind me yesterday you were coming into town?”

“I don’t know. I figured you were going to offer me a ride from the airport, but with your girl drama… wait—“ Her voice hushed. “Is she here? Ohmygod! She’s here, isn’t she?!” she obnoxiously whisper-yelled.

“Look, I will give you anything you want if you manage to—“ I lost sight of my youngest sister’s eyes when she was suddenly no longer looking at me but over my shoulder.

“Hi!” she said, beaming with a huge smile on her face. Without looking back, I knew Avery was standing there.

“Hi,” my girl breathed. “Umm…” She was obviously at a loss for words.

I turned around and looked at her, my heart softening, knowing she was not running away. Yet. Avery was standing there in nothing but one of my shirts. The thing was massive on her, hitting just a couple of inches above her knees. She was looking at Stella and for some reason avoiding my eyes.

“I should probably get going.” She walked a couple of steps forward, and that’s when I noticed her shirt and bra on the floor.