“Did he just speak to that thing like a person and it obeyed him??” I ask Bryan who suddenly looks very tired.
“Yeah, just...get dressed, Ronnie. We have to talk to you about some stuff.” Bryan follows Chuck and the sea lion out of the room, leaving me alone with Trevor.
I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that I am still dripping wet and only in a towel. He winks at me.
“Let me know if you need any more rescuing from marine mammals, sweetheart,” he smirks and then looks me up and down slowly.
I probably should feel objectified, or offended, or something, but my stupid libido doesn’t exactly care right now. She’s ready to go and my skin is crawling, aching to be touched. I might be drooling at this point, I’m not entirely sure. But I do know that my heart is racing. I know the exact moment Trevor figures it out because he moves closer to me, his hands hovering over my shoulders.
“You’re looking at me like I’m food, doll,” he whispers, his hand coming up to brush my wet hair away from my face. The touch sends another jolt through me but this time, instead of shocking me, it goes straight to my already excited core. I flush slightly under the heat of his gaze.
No, No. Bad Ronnie. Bad. I know he’s hot, and he has a nice accent, and you have a thing for guys with beards, but NO. Stranger. Danger.
He is close enough to kiss. All it would take is one of us to close the distance. His eyes are hooded with desire and I decide to take my shot.
With a deep breath, I close the distance and press my lips against his. His response is instant and my entire body lights up. I have no idea why I am drawn to these guys, but kissing Trevor is like coming home after a long trip. It’s new and exciting, but so familiar that it makes my soul ache and my pussy throb. He rubs his hands up and down my arms and I press myself into him further, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding his head in place. When my towel slides down between us, I don’t bother to fix it. My body has never felt like this before. The idea of breaking this kiss causes me distress. I want Trevor. I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone ever before—and it terrifies me.
“TREVOR.”
We spring apart and I grab for my towel as we turn to face the intruder. Trevor lets go of me and takes two steps away. I immediately miss his presence and want him back.
“Earl?” Trevor answers, grinning impishly back at him.
I give Earl a dirty look as I pull the towel up to cover my breasts. I really don’t like interruptions.
He and Trevor seem to be having some sort of intense eye-contact conversation that ends in Trevor giving me a longing look and leaving the room without another word. What the actual fuck?
“Well, Earl. In addition to being the BBIC, are you also the resident cockblock? That,” I gesture to the empty space in front of me, “was consensual.”
He just gives me a grim smile, grabs my clothes off the counter, and shoves them at me.
“Get dressed. We have church in 15 minutes.”
He turns and leaves without another word.
“I’m an atheist, you overbearing asshole!” I yell out and I swear I hear a chuff of laughter echo down the hallway.
UGH. Men.
CHAPTER TEN: RONNIE
EXACTLY 21 MINUTES later, I waltz into the front room and stand before Earl. He’s standing between two chairs and makes a point of looking at his watch and glaring at me. I glare back.
“Let’s make one thing clear from the get go: you aren’t the boss of me. I’m attending at your request as a courtesy, not because I am under any obligation to do anything. You would do well to remember that.” I sniff. I’m usually pretty easy-going but everything about this dude makes me want to increase my attitude tenfold.
He looks at me thoughtfully and from the choking noises around me, it’s clear very few people talk back to him. Well, Big Bastard, meet Bigger Bitch. Accept it or we’re gonna have problems.
“Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the cushy armchair to his right. It actually looks quite comfortable, but I’m not in the mood to acquiesce to anything easily. I move around him and promptly sit in his chair. It’s black leather and soft. It’s the perfect Executive chair. It shall be mine.
This time Darren actually laughs.
“What did you want to talk to me about, Earl?” I ask sweetly. I can already tell the mood I am falling into is destructive. I get them sometimes. When I’m emotionally overextended and horny and hungry, it forms a trifecta that’s not pretty. I’m not proud of it but these are the facts.
Earl looks like he is fighting the urge to physically remove me from his chair and I really, really want him to try it. Without breaking eye contact, I lean back and lift one foot and rest it on the table before bringing the other one up and crossing my ankles prettily.
He’s doing that shaking thing again and I watch him curiously for a moment. Seeing Chuck and no sea lion, I decide to go all in.
“Hey Chuck! Where’s your walrus buddy?”
Well. Talk about a conversation killer. You could hear a pin drop in the room. All the men are fixated on me with looks ranging from incredulous amusement to blatant annoyance. People are sensitive about their marine mammals around here.
I try again.
“Come on! Now that he’s not perving on me in the shower I wanna meet your pet!”
As soon as the word ‘pet’ leaves my mouth, Darren dissolves into a coughing fit that borders on wheezing laughter. Bryan has to pound him hard on the back and Chuck moves to get him a glass of
