AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Jesus,” Olin breathed.
“Everything cool?” Michael asked from the other side of the backseat.
“Yeah…” Olin scanned the texts again, a vision of what she layed out playing in his mind. Her naked, crawling across the floor of his house? He could handle that. He’d planned to make it happen for her soon. This was something else. “I’m just—” Olin swallowed and schooled his features, then reminded his dick that now was not the time to get hard.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or a text from a ghost.”
“What—no. Sorry.” He locked his phone and focused his eyes back on the slow moving traffic in front them. He’d happily tell Michael what was going on, but not in front of Branzo and the driver. Instead, he thought back to that horrible meeting they’d just left. “Don’t give that man a dime of your money.”
“I would like to give him a few bucks to buy some different cologne,” Michael laughed.
“That was the worst shit I’ve ever smelled in my life.”
“He seemed earnest in his initial pitch, but he has no idea what he’s doing, even if he does have connections. No matter how hot his assistant is, hospitality is not his specialty.”
“Oh, you noticed that too?”
“You mean his fake ass assistant? Yeah. I hope he at least paid her actual money.”
Olin let out a short chuckle of his own and looked back out the window as Michael pulled out his phone. When they got to the Honey Well, Chef Nana herself met them at the door and gave them a quick tour of the place before explaining the soul food fusion menu the team had prepared for them today. When Chef Nana headed back to the kitchen and Michael excused himself to the bathroom, Olin pulled out his phone again.
Meegan’s kids were probably back from their recess break, but he didn’t want to wait until the end of the day to text her back.
I have to think of how I can make that happen.
Are there 5 single guys on the Kings?
I don’t know if any of their wives would approve of this.
Let me know.
In other extremely pressing business, I miss you, Kitten.
He knew she wouldn’t text back right away, so like the lovesick fool he was, he went back and looked at the handful of pictures they’d taken together at the gala and the selfies by his car in the yogurt shop parking lot. He didn’t know if he was supposed to be thinking more macho thoughts, but all he could think about was taking a more recent selfie with Meegan. One that documented them today, now that they were together and she was wearing his collar. When he was trying to decide whether to have flowers delivered to her that afternoon or if he should just bring her flowers himself, Michael came back to the table.
“I should send Eric over here. The bathrooms are nicer than the suite designs he showed us,” Michael said. Olin blinked and brought himself back to the present, away from the hypothetical future where he calculated how many pink roses it would take to fill Meegan’s apartment to the ceiling.
“Gotta love a nice bathroom.”
“What’s going on with you?” Michael said, one side of his mustache lifting up in amusement.
“Oh, I’m completely fucked. I’m pretty sure I’m in love.”
“My good man!” Michael barked out a laugh and clapped him hard on the back. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” Olin replied, cracking a small smile of his own.
“She seems great and you guys must really click for her to have you smiling like that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.”
Olin nodded in agreement. He’d made his choices, but he’d never appreciated just how closed off he was before. How lonely. Being in love worked for him. “Do you—how do I say this? Do you ever feel possessive of Kayla? Not in a psycho way, just—I don’t know. Maybe it’s pride?”
“Ah, yeah. That’s my fucking wife. But she’s like that with me, too. Women flirt with me all the time and Kayla whips out what we call her ‘murder smile’. It makes me want to beat my chest like a caveman, but yeah, possessive is the right word.”
“Okay, good to know.” Olin wasn’t planning on telling Michael about Meegan’s sexual interests, but he was glad he had someone who wasn’t her cousin or her best friend who he could talk to about this new relationship. Which reminded him, he needed to reach out to Xeni and say hi. He didn’t want to be that jerk who got a girlfriend/submissive and then forgot all about his friends, especially with the one who introduced them. He needed to thank her and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check on her, especially with Mason back on the road after his short Thanksgiving visit. He’d hit her up when he was back in LA.
“Speaking of love,” Michael announced. Olin stared back at him, waiting for some monumental news, like a recent purchase of a small island just to show Kayla his appreciation. “I think we need to talk to Duke when he gets back.”
“About?” Olin asked as the waiter dropped a lemonade flight at the table, a sampling from their Sunday brunch menu. Olin reminded himself to keep his true opinions to himself if he didn’t like the flavors. The passion fruit lemonade was delicious, though, so his anxiety toned down. Michael sampled all the flavors before he went on.
