“But you’re not looking for a relationship,” I clarified.
Mrs. L, in her jeans and yellow top, eyed us like she was watching a tennis match. In her hand was a spatula with chocolate frosting on it.
“Were you eavesdropping?” Quincy questioned, setting her hand on her hip.
“My desk is right there.” I pointed to the other room. “I can’t help but overhear you talking about tossing up your dress for a guy to have his way.”
“Oh myGod.”
I’d gone too far.
She crossed her arms over her breasts. The beautiful pair I’d seen and sucked and licked.
“Says the man whore. Did you even get a chance to shower off the redhead before PT this morning?”
“Aw, sweets.” A slow grin spread across my face. I sauntered past her to grab a lollipop from the cookie jar and unwrapped it, trying to act more nonchalant than I felt. Inside, I was seething. “I didn’t know you cared so much.” I tucked the candy in my cheek and flashed her both dimples.
She huffed. “I don’t.”
“Then what I may have done with the redhead shouldn’t matter.”
She had her panties in a twist thinking I’d slept with the waitress the night before. That meant she cared because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t give a shit who I fucked.
But she did. That gave me hope that I might get another shot with her.
“Just like it shouldn’t matter what I do with Lee Landers in my white sundress,” she countered.
Fuck, that white sundress was the cruelest outfit ever. She couldn’t wear a bra with it, and the skirt was full and came to just above her knee. It wasn’t overly sexy, but it only made me want to fuck her and fuck her hard.
Now she was going to wear it for Lee, whose dick was definitely going to get hard for her because I knew he wasn’t gay.
And it definitely had easy access. Dammit.
Ford stomped up the back steps and tugged open the screen door. “I can hear you two shouting an acre away. Let’s go. We have to brief about our job tomorrow.”
He let the door slam behind him, and he was off.
“Thanks for your advice, Mrs. L,” Quincy said. “Sundress for easy access it is.” I swore she added an extra flounce to her walk as she followed Ford outside.
I glanced at Mrs. L, whose mouth had a slight tilt to it.
“Sorry for the argument,” I said, leaning against the counter.
“You want her,” she said.
It was my turn to sputter. “Hell, no. She’s a member of my team. I know better than that. Besides, you saw how we hate each other.”
“Why do boys pull on a girl’s pigtails in elementary school?” she asked, then answered her own question. “To get her attention.”
“She’s going out with Lee.”
“She could definitely do worse.” She gave me a hard stare. “He’s a good man. I’ve known him his whole life. Quincy deserves a decent guy to take care of her.”
I grunted because I hated the fucker on principle. She was going to go out with Lee, the nice guy. He wasn’t going to head off on some dangerous mission he couldn’t ever talk about. No, he’d wake up beside her and take her to breakfast. And give her flowers. And babies.
“Fuck!” I shouted, then stalked across the room, gave Mrs. L a kiss on the cheek and grabbed the spatula from her hand. I licked the frosting from it as I stomped across the yard to the briefing.
The team had a mission tomorrow. Well, I had one tonight.