Chapter 9
DEX
By the time Mav and Bridge left, it was after eight.
Lindy had stood in the middle of the small living area, lost as to what to do.
I knew her list and most of it couldn’t be accomplished before tomorrow.
But I knew she had to work. She mentioned it more than once.
So I’d snagged her laptop from her and set her up at the dining table, plugging the power cord into the wall by the medium sized house plant Bradley had included when he’d had the place furnished.
A houseplant.
Whatever.
Lindy had settled into her work, typing with a speed of a sixties’ steno pool. I grabbed the book I’d been reading earlier and flopped down on the sectional. With my feet propped up on the coffee table, I read the same chapter about forty times as I watched her work.
I didn’t know her job requirements or anything about the environment of an accounting firm, but she worked too many extra hours. Was it tax season? Were reports or special filings due? I had no clue since I had… yup, an accountant to take care of it for me.
Still, it was Saturday night–like last weekend in Denver–and she had been at it for almost two hours.
At this point, I wanted to take the laptop and run over it with my car, but I didn’t think that would go over well. But working after ten on a weekend was where I drew the line.
I stuck the bookmark between the unread pages and stood. She looked up, blinked, then slammed the lid shut when I approached.
For some reason, she looked panicked. Almost guilty looking, as if I would find porn on her screen.
I didn’t have an issue with her watching porn. I wanted to know what kind, watch it with her and then reenact every one of those fantasies. Except if it involved a threesome. I wasn’t sharing her with another man, or woman.
“All done?” I asked.
“Almost.”
“Do you always work this much?” I wondered, carrying the empty glass she’d had beside her to the sink.
She licked her lips with a flick of her pink tongue, and I felt that in my dick. “Usually.”
“Is there a shortage of people at your office or something?”
“Or something.” She gave me a small shrug to go with it. I didn’t know why she was being evasive about bookkeeping and taxes, but now wasn’t the time to push.
“Time for bed, sugar. Enough for one night.”
She nodded.
“I’ll take the bathroom first while you finish up.” I pointed at her laptop. “Be done when I get out.”
She gave me a look that screamed I should try and separate her from her laptop and see what happened. But there was no way in hell I was letting her keep on working like this. She deserved a break. Some fun.
I wanted to have a little talk with her boss. I doubted the person was working right now.
I stripped in the bathroom, noticing all the lotions and bottles of…
stuff on the vanity and smiled. I liked seeing her things mixed with mine.
Our toothbrushes were side by side in the little holder.
I picked up a little bottle. A serum, the label read.
Truth serum? I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and settled into bed with the book I was only pretending to read.
To wait for Lindy. Because the only place she was sleeping tonight was beside me.