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I click next and come to the image of Miller in the weight room, popping the button on his jeans, and my stomach clenches, the memory of what happened in there fresh in my mind. “Wowza,” Sophie says, getting close and personal with the screen. “Holy hell. This photo is definitely making it in the calendar.”
“Look at his eyes,” Jared says, more than impressed. “He wasn’t posing for the camera here. This was all for you, Dani girl.”
My cheeks flush, and I refuse to comment, making a show of getting back to editing the images. But unfortunately for me, Sophie knows me all too well. “Yeah, something definitely went down in that room,” she says with a wide grin, pride in her eyes as she gives Jared a high five behind me.
I flick to the next image, only to see Miller’s perfect ass looking back at me. “Fuck me,” Sophie blanches, eyes wide. “Email me that.”
“Where are you all?” Ashton calls from the kitchen.
“Dani’s room,” Jared yells.
Not a moment later, Ashton makes his appearance in my doorway and his gaze immediately falls to the screen. “Sweet, baby Jesus. Is that Miller Cain’s ass?” he asks, his jaw dropping.
“Indeed it is,” I say, physically unable to remove my eyes from the screen. I go about saving his ass images to another folder before Sophie takes over and saves her favorite as the desktop background.
“Yeah, that’s exactly where that belongs,” she comments. Who am I to disagree?
We go about editing the rest of Miller’s images, making sure to save a few more in my Miller folder along the way. By dinner time, we’ve narrowed the selection down to the final twelve images and formatted the rest of the calendar.
We sit back on the couch and bid farewell to Jared and Ashton, who head out for their weekly Wednesday date night, while we order in. Sophie and I get cozy in our pajamas, which consist of tight tank tops and black panties, and turn on a movie.
We’re busy ogling Christian Grey’s ass when there’s a knock at the door. I get up to grab our dinner, giving the guy a show. After quickly paying, I head back into the living room, detouring by the kitchen for cutlery and wine.
Putting our dinner on the coffee table, I hand Sophie a fork as she slides off the couch, down to the carpet beside me, and we begin inhaling our dinner straight from the takeout containers.
“Spill the beans,” she demands when we finish with dinner.
“What beans are you talking about?” I ask, getting up off the floor, flopping back onto the couch, and swinging my feet up over the armrest.
Sophie gives me a blank stare. “Don’t play dumb with me, babe,” she says. “Something happened in that weight room, and you need to give me details.”
I watch her for a moment. Realizing she’s not about to back down, I let out a heavy sigh. “Okay, fine.”
Sophie squeals in excitement and makes a show of getting ready for story time. As I begin giving her the steamy details of my morning, a knock sounds at the door.
Our conversation quickly falls away and we look at each other in confusion. “Are you expecting anyone?” she asks me, her brows furrowed.
Trying to peer around the living room window, I search the front of the cottage but don’t see a damn thing. “No. You?” I question.
Sophie shakes her head and I get up, hating the idea of not knowing who stands at our door. I’m not one for surprises and this whole adult concept of having a home where people are able to come and knock on the door has never really sat well with me. If you want to drop in, that’s fine, but text me first so I’m not caught in my fucking underwear. “Come on,” I say, holding my hand out to Sophie. “If it’s a murderer, then we’re going down together.”
She lets out a sigh and reaches for my hand. “Fair point,” she nods, letting me yank her up off the ground before walking with me to the door. My fingers curl around the handle as I slowly inch the door open, finding not one, but two morons staring back at us. They both seem more than pleased to have found us both in nothing but our tight tanks and panties.
“Well, well,” Sophie says, focusing her gaze on Miller, a wide grin stretching across her delicate face. “I heard you eat pussy like a pro.”
Fuck.
My cheeks flame as Tank bursts into laughter beside him. I knew spilling the beans to Sophie would come back and bite me on the ass. I just didn’t realize it would happen so quickly.
Miller’s dark gaze meets mine, and a cheesy as fuck grin stretches across his face. “Like a pro, hey?” he questions, knowing damn well how mortified I am.
