He laughed along with me. “You just wanted to get my mess all over my chest, too, didn’t you?”
I backed up and admired my work. Asher’s sticky climax was spread fairly equally between his pecs and my breasts. “Well, we’re in the shower so it’s easy to clean off.”
“Alright, alright. Let’s actually clean up now,” he said. “No more funny business.”
“You started it,” I said, poking my tongue out at him.
“Yes,” he said. “Well, yes. And I’m alright with that.”
“Me, too.”
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Asher stood at the stove watching the pancakes while I diced up fruit and mixed smoothies in the blender. We were waiting for Jeremy to come by so we could all eat breakfast together. They texted each other a lot for simple things like this. It was kind of weird and something I’d need to get used to. It made sense in a way, since it was faster than trying to track each other down through the entire mansion grounds, but it still seemed a little different to me.#p#分页标题#e#
When Jeremy arrived, he came in without knocking; no need to, really. He smiled and thanked me when I handed him a cool glass filled to the brim with my strawberry banana smoothie concoction. Asher doled out the pancakes onto three plates, we topped them with more strawberries and whipped cream, then we all sat around the dinette table, munching.
“So,” Jeremy said in between pancake bites. “Beatrice left earlier. I’m not sure exactly when. She’s not a huge fan of me, so I couldn’t just stick around her without being obvious. She left a note with her maid, though. Said to give it to you if you asked about her. It’s Saturday, so I figure she figured you wouldn’t be working and might ask around for her.”
Asher nodded. “We usually have lunch together when she’s home on the weekends. That makes sense.”
“What does the note say?” I asked.
“Ha! That’s the funny part. It says she’s going out to find a book. A present for you, in thanks for what you’re doing. She suggested Asher take you out to lunch instead of her, since she’ll just grab something on her own. It’s actually very casual. Kind of strange for her.” Jeremy shrugged.
“Yeah…” Asher sighed. “I don’t want to suspect the worst, but it’s all coming together. Being away, suggesting Jessika and I go to lunch. If she’s hired someone to keep tabs on us, they could take some controversial pictures. Turn an innocent lunch into weekend debauchery.”
“Why a book, though?” I asked. “Why is she doing that? I don’t understand.”
“You showed an interest during dinner the other night,” Asher offered. “It’s not exactly a secret that you enjoy reading. I mentioned to her that you enjoyed the library in the guest home, too.”
“I just think it’s odd. I don’t know why.”
“Yeah, well, you should,” Jeremy said. He gave me a pointed stare, chomping on a large helping of pancake.
“I don’t understand?”
“Did you forget already? That bookstore you dragged me into? Where this all started? I doubt it’s a coincidence she’s going to get a book now. Maybe she’ll grab one, but…”
“Oh…” I blinked. Popping a bit of sliced strawberry in my mouth, I nibbled on it absently. “Right. Do you think that’s it? I did wonder why they were in that bookstore. It’s not really the type of place I’d expect to see anyone like them.”
“So rich people can’t go to a nice bookstore?” Asher asked, feigning indignation. “I don’t recall either of you mentioning this to me, either. What happened, exactly?”
Jeremy and I told him, piecing the story together.
“Yeah, and then she drags me into an alley and kisses me. I’m like, whoa! Hold up there, Jessika, but she just keeps on going at it. I don’t even know.”
Asher narrowed his eyes at me. “Really now?”
Blushing, I looked down at my plate and kept my eyes looking at anything except Asher. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn’t want Beatrice or Solomon to notice us.”
“Yeah,” Jeremy said. “Like in those spy movies, you know? I guess that was it. It worked, but I didn’t see Solomon or Beatrice, so who knows.”
“You know, you make it sound like I wanted to kiss you in an alley!” I said.
“I’m an attractive guy. Maybe you did? I don’t know.”
“Jeremy,” Asher said, calm and collected. “Jessika and I have been… how should I say…”