She bit her lip. “Ah, yeah, no.”
“No?”
She glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. The large-as-fuck teal clock that took up half the fucking wall. I’d asked her if she was blind when she asked me to put it up, because surely we didn’t need a clock that size in the kitchen. She’d just laughed at me and carried on. I’d put the fucking clock up for her, figuring that at least we’d still be able to read the time when we hit ninety.
Pointing at it, she said, “They’ll be here in like two minutes, maybe one. There’s no time for you to do anything except get the barbeque ready.”
I scrubbed my face. “So let me get this straight. I’ve been working all day, I’m exhausted, with no pussy in sight, I’ve no time for a shower or a minute to myself, I have to be nice to your father all night, and I’m the sucker who has to fucking cook dinner, too?”
She smiled like the world was running exactly how it should be. “Yes.” And then she added, “Because you love me.”
She was fucking right about that.
I backed her up against the wall and dropped my lips to hers. After I had kissed her, I said, “I love you like nothing fucking else, woman. But there’s gonna be some serious time dedicated to my dick later tonight. Just so you’re aware.”
“You say that like it’s you getting the better end of the deal. I would have thought you’d know by now that if I could dedicate every second of the day to your dick, I would. Especially since you got that piercing.”
Another thing I’d caved on for her. My prince albert was never far from her mind. Or her pussy.
“Okay,” I said, moving away from her. “You got the meat ready for the barbie?” Fuck knew I needed a moment alone to get my dick under control. Throwing the fucking front door open to her father, sporting a raging hard-on was not on my list of priorities.
She reached for my shirt. “Just one other thing, baby.”
I hung my head. She only pulled the baby word out when she really wanted something. Looking back up at her, I said, “What?”
“I need another room built in the shop. A little bigger than the waxing room you built. I wanna bring a beautician in, too.”
I would give Monroe the fucking world if I could. She’d sure as shit given it to me. “How many more rooms you reckon you could use in the shop?”
She frowned. “Why?”
“I figure I’ll build them all at once. That way they’re done, and you won’t ask to cut in on pussy time again.”
The doorbell sounded as she pressed a kiss to my lips and said, “You speak my language, Mr. McVeigh.” She turned towards the front of the house. “Will you let them in while I stir the sauce on the stove?”
“You’re fucking kidding me, red. My dick is hard for you right now. I don’t need to give your father a reason to bust my balls today.” If Colin Lee had been any man other than Monroe’s father, I wouldn’t have given two shits what he thought of me. But he was, so I did.
She pushed me away. “Okay, go take care of that. I’ll hold the fort until you get back.”
I grabbed the meat out of the fridge and headed outside to the barbeque. Ten minutes passed, in which time I got myself under control and the meat cooking.
Charlie brought out a plate of chopped onions. As she passed it to me, I took in the expression on her face. It was the one she wore when she had to bring up a conversation she really didn’t want to have.
“Spit it out,” I said.
“Ugh.”
I would never understand teen talk. “Ugh, what?”
She shifted nervously on her feet before finally saying, “Okay, so you know this fishing trip we have planned?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I can go.”
“Don’t think or can’t?”
She pulled a pained expression. “Don’t think, but technically can’t.”