Page 91 of Stealing Blinds

I need to find out what they spilled about me before I give up prime dirt like that.

Axel: This is why I should never stop working to engage with you all. What the hell are you even talking about?

Ryker: I have a real issue here.

Axel: Let’s focus on that then.

Jax: If Cash’s dick was in a box, he might have a real issue too.

Me: Fair fucking point. Thanks for caring, Papa Axe.

Sylvie cackles. “Stupid.”

Axel: They aren’t scrubbing red off the pool walls, so I’m assuming it’s still attached.

Maddox: Damn. Someone’s in a mood. He needs an “Afternoon Delight.”

Me: Maybe he’s too over the hill to get his “SexyBack.”

Axel: Please. You all wither in my “I’m Too Sexy” shadow.

Jax: Papa Axe “Coming in Hot.”

Ryker: Fucking focus.

Jax: The thread is yours.

Ryker: She said she had a dream where she was locked out of La Lune Noire forever and I was trapped inside. The only guests were women. The employees were women. I was surrounded by women in this scenario, except her.

Sylvie winces, and the alarm is warranted.

Me: Tell me you did not engage. You were celibate for this woman for years. Did you fuck it up in a hypothetical?

Ryker: I handled it brilliantly.

Maddox: So brilliant that you got burned. Like looking directly at the sun.

Jax: On that note, I got a sick flamethrower.

Me: What could go wrong there?

Axel: Get rid of it. And do not demonstrate for your therapist.

Jax: One fucking time. Dr. Mary has been around for nearly a year. And she’s 100, so that’s a feat. You’re welcome.

Axel: She’s 57, but old enough to die from a jump scare. No flames.

Me: That sounds like ageism, old man. I bet Dr. Mary would welcome a jump.

Maddox: She’d be feeling those flames.

Jax: There’s no way she’s 57. She fell asleep mid-sentence last week.

Axel: Did you give her weed?

Jax: …

Ryker: Back to me. I asked if she was with the men.