“Nope, lover, I do not. What’s the point when you get right back in a few hours later?” I smirk, and Elliot shakes his head.
“Do not call me your lover when they’re around. They’re never going to let it go,” he hisses.
I shrug. “So?”
“So…” he pulls me farther away from the door, and then we’re in the bathroom. He shuts the door, locks it, and then turns on the sink faucet.
“Whoa, what’s with the weird CIA shit? You got cameras in here? Kind of kinky if you do. You like watching people take shits?”
“Wha—of course I don’t have cameras in here. What is the matter with you? It’s just that they listen. They’realwayslistening and they hear all.”
“Ah, kind of like my Superman hearing. I have to admit, it’s a blessing and a curse.”
“That’s not a thing,” Elliot says as he rubs his temple, and his eyes meet mine. “You need to leave. I cannot have you here with them. You and my sisters will not mix well.”
“Nah. They seem like fun. They already like me.”
“They’re not fun and they only like you for your muscles. It’s sexual harassment.”
“So? At least someone appreciates them.”
Elliot eyes my arms, and I flex them one at a time for his enjoyment, but he just pinches the bridge of his nose.
“You aren’t leaving, are you?” he says, defeatedly.
“Nah,” I chuckle. “I’d like to stay. If you’ll let me.”
Elliot huffs and then points at me, his eyebrows meeting. “If you stay, you behave. Seriously. Got it?”
I press a hand over my heart. “Cross my heart, hope to die.”
“You’re a child.”
“At heart. Lighten up. I’ll live to be a hundred, and you’ll be dead by forty if you keep this up.”
“Oh, goodie. Five more years, and then I’ll finally escape you.”
I roll my eyes, and Elliot pulls the bathroom door open and walks out.
“Leave while I change,” he commands, and his deep, stern voice makes my dick perk up. I still don’t really know what’s going on there, but I think I’ve decided it needs to be examined closely, very closely. Maybe later I’ll jack off to thoughts of him bossing me around and see where that goes.
“I can’t watch?” I tease.
“Absolutely not.”
“Cool. I can respect that,” I say. “I am respectable. You’ll see.”
“You are the furthest person from respectable that I have ever met.”
I smirk at him, move toward the bedroom door, and shoot him an air gun.
“See ya out there, lover.”
“Dear lord. Go away.”
I chuckle, opening the door, and his three sisters fall through. It’s fucking comical, and Elliot looks like he’s about to blow a gasket. I want to stay and watch his head explode.
“How is this my life?” Elliot grumbles, moving to the dresser and grabbing a pair of pants and a shirt. “You can all leave now and go gossip in the other room.”