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Handing her back her card and tearing off the slip of paper to sign, I reply with a warm smile, “I know. Now go make a baby.”
Her eyes hold unshed tears as she offers me another smile. “Thank you.”
I have to fight my own tears as I reply, “You’re welcome. Now go. And tell me how he liked his surprise!” I add before she flies out the door.
“I will!”
And then she’s gone, leaving me with a smile and a sadness in my heart.
Mac was coming home to someone special. How did Latham feel when he got back last month, no one there to pick him up from the airport? He didn’t even tell his parents he was coming home, just showed up on their doorstep. I’m sure it was a wonderful surprise, but how did he feel watching all of the others receive hugs and kisses from their loved ones, while he headed off to the nearest bus stop terminal for a ride to Rockland Falls.
Suddenly, I want to hug him.
And kiss him.
And welcome him home properly.
My fingers fly through the familiar motions as I close out the register and back up the system. The lights are off and my purse is sitting on the counter as I wait for the final steps to complete. As soon as it does, I shut it down, lock the laptop in the filing cabinet, and make a break for the front door. With my keys in my hand, I set the security system and lock up.
Outside, I pass a few familiar faces as I head next door to drop my deposit off in the night drop off box. Then, I’m racing across the street to my car. Using the key fob, I open my door and start the engine. The air is off – weird, since I thought I had it on this morning – but instead of turning it back on, I decide to let the warm breeze flow through my car. With all the windows down, I head home to take care of Snuggles and take a quick shower.
My happy puppy greets me as soon as I slip inside the house, the air conditioning a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. I bend down and give her a quick pet behind the ears before leading her to the back door. She runs off, anxious to do her business, while I head back inside to take a quick shower.
I don’t wash my hair, but shave and exfoliate all of the important areas. When I’m smooth and clean, I jump out of the shower, anxious to head over to Latham’s. I smother lotion over every square inch of my body, the rich scents of jasmine and vanilla wrapping around me. I touch up my makeup, darkening my eyes in that sultry way I used to do daily, but now save for special occasions.
Then, I head for my dresser. I already know which one I want. After spending a few minutes with Adrian and feeling the anticipation she was experiencing, I dig out my own black bustier and matching thong set. Mine is an older style, though, with deep red piping and a black lace overlay. Carefully, I snap the back and glance in the mirror. It dips dangerously low, showcasing my cleavage and pushing my breasts together magnificently. The lace thong is sexy, enticing, and bold. Perfect.
I snap the garter belt into place and roll on a pair of stockings. Then, I return to my closet and find my dark blue sundress. It’s shorter than the others and will barely hide the stockings that hit just above mid-thigh. It too will be perfect. Keeping my hair up, I retwist it into a knot, letting only a few tendrils hang around my face.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I slip on my too-high strappy sandals, swipe dark gloss over my lips, and head out of my room. I make a quick pit stop at the back door and call Snuggles. She’s not too happy to be coming in from outside, but when I produce a treat from the cabinet, she hightails it out of her doghouse and trots up the back steps like her tail is on fire. It wags furiously as she sits like a good girl and shakes for her treat. After a few more minutes of showering her with affection, I fill her food and water bowls, and make sure she’s settled for the evening.
Then, I head back to my car.
It’s only a few blocks from downtown where my business is, and even though I try to keep the windows open to enjoy the early evening breeze, it’s just too hot outside, or maybe I’m a little too nervous. Too sweaty. So I roll up the windows and crank on the air. As soon as I do, I hear a poof sound, and it’s suddenly raining.
Not liquid, though.
This is sparkly particles of hell flying through the air and landing everywhere.
Everywhere.
Glitter.
So. Much. Glitter.
I stop at the stop sign, spitting the sliver sparkles from my mouth and glance around. My entire car is covered in it. My dress. My arms. My face.
Dirty rotten bastard, son of the devil, asshole jerk!
He’s. So. Fucking. Dead.
Flicking it from my eyelashes, I slam on the gas, catapulting through the intersection and racing toward his apartment. My heart is pounding furiously, much like my fists will be shortly. I’m going to kill him, no doubt. This is how it’s going to happen. I always knew it would be murdering Latham that would get me thrown in the pokey, but I never thought it would happen while I was covered in glitter. There’s no way in hell I can cover all the sparkly evidence now, but that’s okay. Leave a trail. I don’t care anymore.
The asshole is going down.
I pull up in front of the hardware store, the closed sign hanging in the window. There’s no way he’ll hear me pounding on the front door if he’s upstairs, so I drive around the back, parking haphazardly in the alley by the back door. I fly out of my seat, raining glitter as I go, stomping up the stairs like I’m storming the castle. I reach the landing and pound, my knuckles hurting under the hard wrap against wood.
Finally, after a handful of very tense seconds, the door opens and Latham stands before me, all gorgeous and cocky. His lips quirk upward as he tries not to smile, sending my blood boiling to volcanic levels. Then his eyes drop down and his smirk falters. His eyes darken and his breathing hitches. My own heart gallops in my chest as he devours me with his eyes, the evidence of his arousal thick in his pants.
