Lauren always did like my jelly donuts, so I set about making a batch to take with me tonight. I wonder if Connor is going to agree to come too.
We’ve been continuing our little fling, and honestly, it feels like we’re in a relationship. We eat dinner together every night, and we share a bed. I don’t keep any clothes or whatever up in his room, but I do go to sleep there every night, even when he’s at work, and when I wake up in the morning, he’s always wrapped around me like a koala, his face buried in my neck.
Still, dinner at Lauren and Paddy’s would feel like a couples dinner or a double date. Yeah, he’s probably going to say no. More jelly donuts for the rest of us.
CONNOR
I glance up as Paddy strides into the kitchenette. “What brings you in at this time of day?”
He raises an eyebrow, snatching my coffee mug off me. Prick. Flipping him off, I start making another cup.
“You’re coming to dinner at the house tonight.”
Uh, what? “No offense, but I’m happy with the dinner the lass will have waiting for me at home.”
Paddy smirks, leaning his hip against the metal counter, and sipping my coffee.
“Well, I don’t know what you’ll be eating because your lass will be at our house eating the dinner Lauren is planning.”
Frowning, I dig my phone out of my pocket, but there’s no message from Andie telling me about a change of dinner plans.
“She’s not mentioned it.”
“Does she inform you of everything?” Paddy mocks.
“Uh. Yes. Housekeeper. House owner. That’s how it works.”
“Whatever. Lauren said she’s spoken to Andie, and she’s in. So you’re the only one we’re waiting to say yes.”
“Who else is coming?”
“No one. It’ll be the four of us.”
“Intimate,” I smirk. Paddy rolls his eyes, draining the mug and setting it into to industrial dishwasher.
“It’s what Lauren wants. Be there, or I’ll fuck up your face.”
“Whipped, much?”
Amusement flickers across Paddy’s face. It’s nice how much he’s mellowed since he met his lass. Annoying as fuck, but nice. He’s more like he was a teenager before his parents were murdered. I’ve missed the fucker.
“She makes it worth my while when I do what she wants.”
He’s totally talking about getting his dick sucked. It’s obvious from the fleeting look of pleasure flashing in his eyes.
“So, I’m supposed to have dinner with my best mate, his wife, and my housekeeper?”
“Your housekeeper is having dinner with her best friend and her friend’s husband. You’re there to make an even number. Apparently, that shit matters. Also, so I don’t have to listen to conversations about…shoes.”
Paddy officially has no fucking clue what women talk about at dinner parties. I don’t either, but I’m sure it’s not exclusivelyshoes.
“You’re coming. End of discussion.”
“I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”
“Be a gentleman. Bring the lass.”
“I said don’t worry.”