“They’ll increase security.”
“You two need to stop worrying about everything. Now, what films do you want me to pick up tonight?” she asked, pouring the sauce over the bowl of chicken, pasta, and vegetables. “I, unlike some of us, won’t be forgetting my chores this evening.”
“I know I forgot the groceries yesterday. I’ll make it up to you with an extra tub of ice-cream.” Mitch gave her his sorry face, which made her chuckle.
“You forgot the woman’s ice-cream? How do you still walk?” Chase asked.
“I like him walking,” Leah said, winking at Mitch. “His butt looks good when he’s walking to get me some.”
“I can show you my butt anytime, baby.”
She laughed and tossed their lunch. “Shit.” She cursed when some of the sauce landed on her shirt. Leah finished preparing the salad, placing it into the three bowls. She made sure Chase and Mitch got the most servings.
After placing the stuff she used in the sink, she looked down at her shirt. “Crap, this is my last white blouse. I’ve got nothing suitable for work.”
Both men looked down on her red covered breasts. “Why don’t you use mine,” Chase said, disappearing into his room. He came out with a large, white men’s dress shirt.
“It will be too long.”
He shook his head while moving toward her. “Not when I’m done.” She was startled when he began to unbutton her blouse. Leah stared at his hands as they stroked her breasts. She gasped and wanted to curse. He hadn’t intentionally felt her breasts. Her desire for these men would put her into an early grave. First from her erotic dream and now with his gentle touching, she felt like she was going to explode. Her shirt was unbuttoned all the way. Chase threw the shirt at Mitch, who was also staring at her chest.
She wore a white lace bra. If they looked properly they’d see her nipples. Leah went to fold her arms over her chest to cover the evidence of her arousal. Chase stopped her, helping her put his shirt on. He buttoned up the shirt then tucked the edges into her skirt.
Chase bent down in front of her. He looked into her eyes as he eased his hands under her skirt and pulled the shirt further down so that it wasn’t bunched around her.
Leah couldn’t speak. There were no words for the way she was feeling. Her heart hammered inside her chest as he stood up. His scent invaded her senses, and then Mitch was behind her pulling her hair out from the back of the shirt. Chase rolled one sleeve up while Mitch did the other. When they were finished, their touches lingered on her.
Was she imagining their looks?
“There, you look all better.”
She nodded her head, pulling away from their touch. Leah sealed their boxes then cleaned up her mess.
“I think a mixture would be good,” Chase said. He was sat at the counter drinking some coffee.
“A mixture?”
“Get a horror, action, comedy, and your usual chick flick with the lovey dovey ending.”
Chase laughed at the horror on Mitch’s face.
Leah tapped his shoulder, kissing Mitch’s cheek. “You’ll love it. Your lunches are on the counter. I’ll see you tonight.”
She walked out of the apartment and into the fresh air.
****
“I don’t like her riding the bus to work,” Mitch said.
“She won’t accept a ride, and it’s out of our way. Trying to force her would be a nightmare.” Chase finished his coffee then stood up. “I’ve got to get going.”
“What is on the agenda for you today?” Mitch asked.
“I’ve got to install some security units for Michael and then give a quote on a job for Lucy. She wants you in the office to give some speech,” Chase said.
“The joy.”
“At least we have a job,” Chase said. Mitch grabbed his lunch then headed out the door following behind Chase as they walked out of their apartment block. They worked in construction, and it was their job to install top of the range security units. The work was good, but they both wanted to own their own business. Mitch hated working for someone else. His father had been a lawyer and was partner for his own firm. Mitch hated the law and never found it interesting.