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Bridget and Lindy started to come our way.
Mav leaned in. “Wait. How can she stay here if you only have furniture in one bedroom?”
When I decided to relocate from Mav and Bridget’s supersized fuck pad, Bradley had it furnished enough only for me to live in. Meaning the second bedroom was completely empty because it hadn’t been necessary. It still wasn’t.
I gave him a look that told him everything without saying a word. When it came to making Lindy mine, I’d take whatever advantage I could. I planned to get her in my bed sooner than later. I wouldn’t say the tree falling on her house was a good thing, but it definitely moved things along.
He slapped me on the shoulder and grinned. “She doesn’t know about this either?”
“Not yet.” She also didn’t know I bought a ring in Denver.
Mav only shook his head and went inside, Scout hot on his heels. The ladies caught up to us. I took the rear, carrying the pizza and salad.
Lindy was staying with me. She just didn’t know she’d be sharing my bed.
9
DEX
* * *
By the time Mav and Bridge left, it was after eight. Lindy had stood in the middle of the small living area, lost as to what to do. I knew her list and most of it couldn’t be accomplished before tomorrow. But I knew she had to work. She mentioned it more than once. So I’d snagged her laptop from her and set her up at the dining table, plugging the power cord into the wall by the medium sized house plant Bradley had included when he’d had the place furnished.
A houseplant.
Whatever.
Lindy had settled into her work, typing with a speed of a sixties’ steno pool. I grabbed the book I’d been reading earlier and flopped down on the sectional. With my feet propped up on the coffee table, I read the same chapter about forty times as I watched her work.
I didn’t know her job requirements or anything about the environment of an accounting firm, but she worked too many extra hours. Was it tax season? Were reports or special filings due? I had no clue since I had… yup, an accountant to take care of it for me.
Still, it was Saturday night–like last weekend in Denver–and she had been at it for almost two hours.
At this point, I wanted to take the laptop and run over it with my car, but I didn’t think that would go over well. But working after ten on a weekend was where I drew the line.
I stuck the bookmark between the unread pages and stood. She looked up, blinked, then slammed the lid shut when I approached.
For some reason, she looked panicked. Almost guilty looking, as if I would find porn on her screen.
I didn’t have an issue with her watching porn. I wanted to know what kind, watch it with her and then reenact every one of those fantasies. Except if it involved a threesome. I wasn’t sharing her with another man, or woman.
“All done?” I asked.
“Almost.”
“Do you always work this much?” I wondered, carrying the empty glass she’d had beside her to the sink.
She licked her lips with a flick of her pink tongue, and I felt that in my dick. “Usually.”
“Is there a shortage of people at your office or something?”
“Or something.” She gave me a small shrug to go with it. I didn’t know why she was being evasive about bookkeeping and taxes, but now wasn’t the time to push.
“Time for bed, sugar. Enough for one night.”
She nodded.
“I’ll take the bathroom first while you finish up.” I pointed at her laptop. “Be done when I get out.”
