“And how exactly do you feel about being followed around like a dog?” I roll my eyes, but I’ve had a tighter level of supervision at my own house, unable to even step out onto my back porch without Spade being right there with me. Even though I didn’t like it at first, I don’t exactly hate it now either.
“Having him around at all times of the day has its benefits.” My friend winks at me, making me chuckle.
“In the office? You minx. What about Pauline?”
Pink rushes through her cheeks as she shrugs. “I’ve been sending her out on a lot of errands.”
“Don’t you think getting frisky all the time is going to wear off eventually?”
“God, I hope not.” Faith chews on the inside of her cheek, her eyes growing a little glassy.
“Stop.” Teasingly, I smack her arm. “Don’t think about that kind of stuff when I’m around.”
“How are things going with Spade?” The only thing that would make her face more comical is if she started waggling her eyebrows like a cartoon character.
“Fine.”
“Just fine?”
“He’s a very clean person. Doesn’t leave a mess in my house. He even uses the squeegee in the shower when he’s done.”
“You only have a squeegee in your en suite bathroom.”
I look away from her.
“Is it just as good as the first time?”
“Is what good?” I ask, playing dumb.
She scoffs. “Really? Usually you’re the one giving me more details than I would ever ask for and now you’re acting as if you aren’t getting down and dirty every night with Spade.”
“We aren’t getting down and dirty every night.”
Hell, last night was the first time back at my house, and there wasn’t anything dirty about it. Maybe that’s what is leaving me feeling so off kilter today. It isn’t that we had sex again. It’s how it happened.
Spade walks through the living room, and although I know I need to look away from him, I just can’t manage it. His eyes lock on me the second he steps inside the clubhouse, as if he needs to make sure I’m alright. I watch as his tongue slips out, tasting the lower curve of his mouth, and it sends a race of chills up my spine.
“He doesn’t exactly look like a man that has been sleeping on the couch the last five nights,” Faith whispers as he slips around the corner into the kitchen.
I don’t confirm or deny her suspicions, but when she laughs again, I know I’m not fooling my friend.
We spend the next half hour having an entire conversation without mentioning Will Varon or anything serious at all. I didn’t know how much I needed to get out of my own house until I sat down with her.
Several other Cerberus members arrive, making me think they’re gearing up for something.
“Are they getting ready to leave for work?” I ask when Grace, Grinch’s woman, sits down beside us with a wicked grin on her face.
She shrugs. “Not that I know of.”
“Dominic, Tug, and Griffin are here,” I say to explain my suspicions.
Faith places a hand on my arm. “The guys are always here. They come and go all day even though many of them have their own houses. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It’s only when they all disappear into the conference room that we know things are serious,” Grace explains.
My eyes fall in that direction, the wide, solid doors still standing open from when I left the room earlier.
“I think we need to have a girls’ night,” Ivy, Griffin’s wife, says as she approaches. Jasmine, Tug and Max’s woman, is right behind her.