I smirk. “Oh? I didn’t realize authors couldn’t work in the dark.”
“It’s my eyes,” she blurts. “The screen hurts them when I use it in the dark.”
I have to purse my lips to stop from laughing and tighten my jaw. I don’t want her to know I know what she does.
“Thanks for helping out Piper. I really appreciate it,” I say, changing the subject.
“It’s just too bad her mother abandoned her for her charity work in Africa. Piper could really use a mother on days like this.”
What the fuck? That’s the second time she’s mentioned Africa. What’s Piper been telling her? I’m not even going to enter into that conversation with her. Just because I’m going to fuck her doesn’t mean she needs to go sticking her nose in my business.
I hesitate and say, “Sure.”
“Anyway, I promised Piper I’d come back for dinner. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“No problem at all.” It’ll just be a few more hours of me listening to them talk and trying not to look at Avery’s tits.
“Thanks. Really, I just need to take off this g-string I put on for you this morning. It’s not exactly intended to be worn for very long. It’s been killing me all day.”
Avery
Like an animal, Knox pounces on me and pulls me into his arms. The massive arms I’ve been dreaming having around me all night. Since I moved into the house.
He meshes his oil-covered fingers into my hair and cups my head. My heart races at a million miles an hour. This is what I wanted today. My body craves it. Needs it.
His cheek brushes against mine, scratching me with his stubble and sending a burst of tingles through me.
“You can’t go around saying things like that.” Knox growls into my ear.
I gasp, and say, “Why ever not?”
Knox tightens his grip on my hair, and says, “Because you’re breaking our agreement. Before we’ve even done anything. Piper is home.”
“You’re the one holding me.”
“Don’t you fucking test me, or you’ll be back to playing with your power tools.”
“That wouldn’t be any fun for either of us,” I say, my voice breathy.
“No, it wouldn’t. I’d rather bend you over this car right now and fuck you into next week.”
“Fine by me.”
After the anticipation last night and seeing the effect I had on him in the kitchen this morning – I knew he was watching me – there’s nothing I’d want more.
In an instant, he releases me and steps away.
“Stop tempting me. Piper’s home.”
Knox turns his back on me and sticks his head back under the hood of the car. Maybe I should slip my thong off and toss it at him. He’d probably freak.
“You could always come into my house for a little bit. Piper wouldn’t know, she thinks you’re out here.”
He grunts.
“See you at supper,” I say and walk off.
What a charmer. Good thing for him he oozes sex. And that I need to end this dry spell before I run out of things to say to my viewers.
After ditching the thong, I change into something more in line with my online brand, and I make my way to my fake bedroom.
First, I post today’s video. It’s one I shot last week about a service that ships small boxes of rose petals to sprinkle on your bed.
I have a couple of videos to get through today, but most importantly, I have a product placement. I set up all the equipment and hit record.
“Today, I want to share this great, new product with all you ladies. Though I suppose you guys might like it too, either to use on yourself or your woman.”
I hold up a box labeled Pink Curlies.
“Maybe you just want to surprise your man, maybe you’re getting older and want to cover the gray. Pink Curlies is hair dye specifically for your pubes. It comes in several colors and, most fun of all, comes with stencils so you can end up with shapes like hearts and bunnies in your fuzz.”
It’s effortless for me to smile wide, like it’s the best, most fun thing I’ve ever heard of.
I film myself emptying the contents of the box onto my fake bed, then show off each included item and give a brief walk through of the steps and how easy it is to use.
Though I haven’t actually tried this product out. I’m trusting the manufacturer when they say it’s easy to use. Normally I test things out the day before, but somehow I didn’t think it was a good idea to go into my first encounter with Knox with fluorescent pubes.
What would he think? What would any man think?
When I’m finished shooting, I sit at my desk to edit it. Knox is outside, moving around the car in front of his garage. I sigh, remembering the way I felt in his arms.