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“No,” she draws out. “I hate it when the parents do that. It’s so awkward.”
I chuckle. “Oh, yeah. They sat at the bar together and interviewed every single girl on shift. It was creepy.”
“Who did they pick?”
“Gwen.”
“And how’d it go?”
I relax in my chair. “The mom sat at the bar for an hour while her son got his world rocked. Oh my god, you should’ve seen his face when they were leaving. I’ve never seen a happier customer.”
She shivers. “So fucking weird. Why would a mom be so invested in getting her son laid?”
“No clue. It was bizarre.”
She laughs. “Then again, if I’d had kids, I might’ve done the same. They should learn with a professional. Their future partners will be thankful.”
“I guess.” I stand and close my laptop. “Other than that, it was a good day.”
“Let’s hope that continues on through the night.”
“Crossing my fingers for you.”
“I checked the schedule before I came in and saw Rigger had The Classroom blocked off for an hour tonight,” she says nonchalantly while watching me out of the corner of her eye.
My face instantly heats. “Maybe maintenance?”
“Maybe. He was doing maintenance in The Kitchen the other night too.”
Not wanting to take this conversation any further, I gather my stuff and leave as fast as my feet will move. Of course, whoever was here the night before last knows what Rigger and I were getting up to, but they’re all professional enough not to throw it in my face. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been teased a little, especially by Gwen and Betty.
I head straight to my room to clean up before Rigger gets here, take a quick shower, and dress in my most schoolgirl-esque outfit—a short-sleeve button-down, frilly skirt, and boots. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think it’s giving Catholic schoolgirl rebel, perfect for Rigger to teach me more about the wonderful world of orgasms.
I’m touching up my makeup when I hear my Rigger coming through my door. He doesn’t knock anymore, not since he basically moved in. The room isn’t big enough for two people to stay long-term, but we’re making it work.
“Hey, babe,” he says right before he turns the corner to the bathroom and stops dead in his tracks. “Fuck me. You look hot.”
I bend over the counter to apply a coat of gloss, fully knowing he’ll get a good view. “You think?”
He steps behind me, running his hands up the back of my thighs to my exposed ass, thanks to the thong I’m wearing. “You planning on killing me tonight? These long legs in this short skirt are lethal.”
I snort a laugh. “Corny.”
“More like horny. Come on, let’s get out of here. We have plans.”
I smirk. “I heard.”
“What did you hear?” he asks as we walk out of the room.
“That The Classroom was blocked off, hence the outfit.”
“Ah, I get it now.” He dips down for a quick kiss. When he pulls away, his face screws up, and he wipes off his mouth. “I hate that sticky shit.”
“Guess you’re gonna have to kiss it off me, then.”
“Bet.” He places a hand on my lower back and leads me straight past the restaurant, where I assume we’re having dinner, but then he explains. “I was going to take you to dinner first, but now I’m thinking food can wait.”
“Smart man.”
