I inhaled and tried to stop laughing, barely managing to get any words out. “I simply pointed out to him the various reasons why me being an employee of his could be a problem.”
“Brilliant,” Dermot barked out a laugh.
Kingston smiled, wrapped an arm around my waist, and kissed the side of my head. In the distance, a sudden rumble had me looking over my shoulder as I realized that it appeared it may rain, the humidity slowly growing as the day wore on.
“Movie night? Looks like a storm is coming in,” King suggested, tossing the basketball into the net easily. I tried to not appreciate their bodies too much.
“Could be fun.” I nodded, thinking of torturing Yates still, then turned towards them fully. “Actually, do we know when the parents are going on their trip?”
“I think tomorrow morning.” Dermot shrugged. “That’s what your mom said,” he added, directing his comment to King.
“Sweet,” I chimed as I began walking to my house next door. “Give me a few! I’ll be back over—I need to change out this outfit before someone loses their head again.”
“Don’t change on our account,” King smirked.
Dermot’s gaze ran over me, and I wondered what he saw before he had me smiling. “Yates can deal with it.”
“But I can’t deal with wearing these heels,” I explained, laughing.
Walking back towards my house, I couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of satisfaction at the look he had offered me. Did I know what to do about those feelings? Absolutely not.