I STOOD in the cafe doorway and looked for her. She was at our same table, her blond head bent over her kindle. My heart kicked back in my chest at the sight of her. I approached her from behind.
I bent down and nuzzled her neck. “Want to get kinky? I hear they have clean washrooms here.”
She giggled and arched her neck. “How kinky?”
“Scream worthy kinky.”
“Yes.”
My cock hardened at the thought. With reluctance, I moved to sit kitty-corner to her. We studied each other. “Whatcha reading?”
“A book called Capitalism and Freedom.”
“Is that for class?”
Her smiled widened. “For fun.”
“Economics isn’t fun.”
“Says you.”
“Ready to go?”
“To the washroom?”
A laugh pulled out of me. “To look at your surprise.”
“Where is it?”
I stood and offered her my hand. “I’ll show you.”
“WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?” I watched as Zoey walked around the empty house, pausing to look out the bay windows at the stunning view of English Bay.
“I’m thinking of buying it.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her. I was always watching her. I couldn’t seem to ever take my damn eyes off her.
She turned to me with a smile. “What? You’re kidding.”
“Move in with me.”
Her breath caught in my throat. “Really?”
“Only if you like it.”
“Ryan! This place is crazy.”
“It’s closer to University and it has a heated pool that overlooks the bay, but if you don’t like it, my realtor has ten other places for us to view.”
She walked over to stand in front of me. “Is this your favorite place?”
“Whatever place you pick will be my favorite place.”
“You really want me to move in?”
She was my best friend, my lover, my everything. I wanted to marry her, give her babies and show her the world. “We already spend all our time together.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me. “Yes.”
My eyes dropped to her mouth. “I’ll get my relator to arrange some viewings of other places, so you can pick.”
“I want this place.”
I couldn’t resist. I lifted my hands to her face and kissed her long and hard. She moaned and pressed her body against mine. This is how it was between us. Insatiable need, intense gratification. I wanted to pull off her skirt and bury my face between her legs until she screamed.
She pulled away from my kiss so she could look around. “I love this place.”
“How come?” My hand pushed up the back of her skirt, cupping her cute ass. I had plans. Big plans. After I ravished her, I wanted to feed her takeout and then ravish her again.
“It already feels like home.”
“You’re my home.”
She smiled up at me. “Can I decorate?”
“Why do you think I’m asking you to move in?”
“I thought it was my blow jobs.”
“That too.”
I moved closer to kiss again. “Want to christen this place?”
“Yes.”
The sound of my phone interrupted us.
“Ignore it.” I bit her neck. Whoever was calling could wait. But her curiosity got the best of her. She ripped her mouth from mine and looked at my phone that lay on the counter.
“It’s Mica.” She handed me my phone. “Answer.”
“That guy has the worst timing.”
“He never calls, he only texts. Answer it.”
She had a point. I swiped the phone on. “Ryan here.”
“Ryan, it’s Mica.” He sounded stressed.
“What’s up, man?”
He cleared his throat. “Could we talk?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“No, in person.”
Zoey’s eyes widened as she listened.
“When?”
“Right now.”
The tone of his voice made me frown. “You okay?”
“I fucked up.”
Mica Petrov didn’t fuck up. “How bad?”
“Real bad.”
I stepped away from Zoey. Concern clouded my voice. “Where are you?”
“At Dewy’s Pub.”
“I’m on my way.”
“Thanks.” He hung up.
Zoey’s eyes looked scared. “What’s wrong?”
“No clue.”
She pushed at my chest. “Go. Go talk to him.”
We walked towards the door and then she stood and watched me get into my SUV. “If you have to bury a body, call me.”
I laughed. She was serious which is why it was so damn funny. “You think I’d let you miss out on that kind of fun?”
“I mean it.”
“Call me when you get home.”
She stole my words. “You’re my home.”
I leaned back out and dropped another lingering kiss on her lips. “Love you, Zobenia.”
Her eyes misted. “I love you too. Now go fix Mica.”
