“Brose, come on over and meet the other guys.” I followed him from the foyer, past what had once been Cordy’s office, to a game room outfitted with (of course) a pool table, but also a poker table, several wide screen TVs and reclining chairs, dartboards, and a couple vintage pinball games. That bastard Cordy sure had lived well.
“Brose, meet Linc and Nat.” Two guys holding pool cues approached me, hands outstretched.
“Welcome aboard, Brose,” Nat
said.
“Thanks, thanks so much.”
“Can I get you a drink?” Linc asked. There were glasses of brown liquor on the rocks being enjoyed all around. I was certainly ready for one of those.
“Cheers. Here’s to the good life. And may Cordy rest in peace,” Win said.
A round of to Cordy filled the room, and I took a long draw on what I guessed was Jameson’s fine whiskey.
“Dude, you gotta pick a bedroom,” Win said. The other guys nodded.
“You’re the last in, but every room is great so you’re not gonna be wanting for anything,” Linc offered.
“Cool. Show me the way?” I said to Win.
I followed my friend through the house and past the kitchen which, of course, I had to duck my head into.
“Christ, I forgot how awesome this kitchen was. I’m gonna do some cooking in this baby.”
Win’s face brightened. “We’ll all be forever in your debt if you hook us up with some good grub.”
“Oh, I plan to. We’ll be eating well. When I’m here, and not at work, that is,” I added.
We headed up a massive staircase, where Win stopped.
“All us guys have chosen rooms on the third floor, and Garnet’s is on the second. You want to be upstairs with all of us?” he asked.
“Sure. I don’t want to buck the trend. Let’s go.”
Christ, I’d never been up to the third floor, because well, why would I have? And I had no idea it was all so deluxe. Every room had a massive four-poster bed, a sitting area, and its own bathroom, which I was really psyched about. I had a feeling all us guys would get along great, but that didn’t mean I wanted to share a pisser with any of them.
I chose a room at the end of the hall that seemed like it would be quiet and out of the way. Perfect for private time with Garnet, whenever that might occur. Speaking of which.
“Where’s our girl?”
Win guffawed. “Listen to you! Our girl. Christ, dude, aren’t you jumping the gun a bit?”
Jerk. “Hey, laugh all you want. I believe in the power of positive thinking. And I’m thinking positively about that babe and her nice fleshy ass.”
“Did someone just say something about my nice fleshy ass?”
We both whipped around.
Busted.
There stood the beautiful Garnet in the doorway wearing a long red terry robe.
But I didn’t care if I were busted. If she didn’t know now that I loved her ass, she’d be finding out soon enough.
“Gorgeous!” I said, and she came running into my arms. Of course I took the opportunity during our embrace to grab her behind.
Talk about making a guy feel good. No, great.