“Nope.” Asher shrugged. “Maybe if you’d let me have a cell phone too, I’d know.”
“Anyone who doesn’t know better than to fly a drone indoors isn’t ready to have a phone. Grab your coat. I need to go talk to Mrs. Went about something.”
They slowly inched their car through the falling snow on Lori’s street. Apparently, she had company, by the number of cars in front of her house. It reminded him that she said last week that she was having a welcome-home party for her sister. At the time she’d told him that, she’d been bent over on all fours sanding floors. It’d been highly distracting watching the pendant she wore bounce off her breasts with each thrust of her arm. No wonder he’d forgotten about the party.
He parked the car across the street and turned off the engine, not sure what to do. Bother Lori when she had guests, or talk to her later. Maybe she’d been so busy with her party preparations she hadn’t had time to look at her phone. Should he wait until he saw her on Tuesday? As long as he warned her about Jason before they had another date, it’d be okay. Maybe he was working himself up over nothing.
He could tell her on Tuesday on the way to their field trip. But if he did that, it’d be the two of them trapped in the car on the way to the kids’ school discussing kinky sex. He’d rather poke himself in the eye with a sharp stick.
Asher called out from the back. “Are we going inside? I have to go to the bathroom.”
That solved the problem. He could tell Lori he wasn’t going to disturb her, but now he had no choice. Thank goodness for Asher and his tiny bladder.
They clomped through the snow to Lori’s front porch and rang the bell. After a few moments, the door swung open, and Asher darted inside. “Really gotta go.”
Lori blinked at the blur that was his son and then faced him. A slow grin lit her face. “Well, hello. How can I help you?”
“Hey. Sorry to bother you, but I’ve tried to text and call you all day. I need to talk to you about something important. But I don’t want to interrupt your party.”
“Oh. Yeah, the phone went for a dip in the tub. Come in out of the cold. It’s just my family.”
“Thanks. That’s a bummer about your phone.” He closed the door behind him and hung up his coat amid sounds of laughter coming from the den.
He took her hand and pulled her inside the living room so he could talk to her before Asher got back. “First, I need to ask you some…delicate questions. Bear with me, okay?”
She tilted her head. “Delicate? Can’t wait.” She whipped off a drop cloth on the couch and sat down. Then she patted the cushion beside her. “Might as well be comfortable while we chat. Have a seat.”
He sat beside her, his stomach in knots, dreading the discussion they were about to have. As he drew a deep breath for courage, he asked, “Did you do something new with your hair?” It looked different than it had the day before. Around the bangs or something.
“I did. Thanks for noticing. Now tell me all about our delicate issue.”
“Well, first, I need to ask you about…your…sexual preferences.”
She smiled. “Like do I like to have sex in elevators or do it doggie style?”
“Not locations or positions, per se.” Oh, God. What had he gotten himself into? “More like levels of…adventure?”
She leaned closer and whispered, “I like a little adventure as much as the next girl. What did you have in mind?”
His collar suddenly seemed too tight. It was hard to draw a deep breath. “How do you feel about whips? And restraints?”
“I think used in the right way they could be lots of fun.”
Crap. Things weren’t going as planned.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “So you’re into BDSM and…stuff like that?”
“Is that what you like?” She grinned sweetly at him as if he’d just confessed to liking chocolate ice cream, not deviant sex.
He wanted to leave and never utter the word preferences again.
A warm hand landed on his shoulder. “Hi, Deek. I see you met my sister. What are you two whispering about in here?”
He looked up at Lori, back at the woman beside him whose hair was just a bit different from Lori’s, then jumped to his feet. “You’re twins?”
The sister sitting on the couch laughed. “I’m Rachel. Sorry for messing with you. It was just too hard to resist.” She turned her attention to Lori. “Have you been holding out on me? Since when have you been into kinky sex?”
“What?” Lori turned three shades of red. “That’s what you guys were talking about?” She turned and faced him with widened eyes.