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Asking for a Friend Interrupted
LAYTONSitting back on my heels, I grabbed Marissa’s hand and waited for her to steady before pulling her in the direction of the bathroom. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Come on, woman. I want to make that dream come true and don’t have nearly enough time to do it in.”Marissa giggled and followed me to her bathroom, where I flipped on the water and kissed her senseless until steam was pouring out of the shower and I deemed the water temperature acceptable. In the end, we had plenty of time to make Marissa’s dream come true.Contrary to what I believed, her dream wasn’t about getting her off at all. But about getting me off. With her mouth. Convincing me to make that dream come true was a hard sell, obviously. Not.I almost tripped in my haste to get into the shower, but Marissa’s resulting giggles were cut off when she dropped to her knees and saw exactly why I was in such a rush. Her lips and her tongue worked me into an even greater frenzy, and when I couldn’t take it anymore I push
Asking for a Friend Reeling Him In
MARISSACatching our dinner? Great. Just great. I wasn’t stupid or naive or anything. I knew the fish we ate came from the water and our meat from animals. I wasn’t one of those people who thought those things were grown at the store.I just didn’t know if I liked the idea of being part of the actual catching process. Annie, on the other hand, was super excited.When she said she was all about going fishing for our dinner, she was dead serious. Layton went to his place to get his tackle box and the fishing rods, while Annie proudly went to our garage and came out carrying the little pink rod he got her as a gift last time we went out to go fishing.Denise and I cleaned up after breakfast while Annie got changed into the cutest pair of waders he had bought her after we spotted them in a shop window the day we did the Freedom Trail. Denise turned to me while we were washing dishes, her voice barely above a whisper, but it was clear she was thrilled. “He stayed over?”I felt a flush cree
Asking for a Friend What a Catch
MARISSA“Yes ma’am, you have one. Quickly now, reel him in,” Layton said encouragingly. “Do you remember how to do that?”“I think so,” she replied, her small hand moving to the pulley. Layton had taught her how to do this part last time, along with baiting the hook and packing all the equipment.Layton stayed right next to her, ready to jump in if she needed help. She didn’t, though. Five minutes later, she pulled out a small brown fish.Layton grabbed it immediately and freed it from the hook. “It’s a trout. We’re going to need a few more of these before we have enough food for dinner, but great job Annie. Trout is delicious. Let’s bait the next hook. Marissa, you still good?”I nodded, watching my line in the water. It was still totally loose in the water, or whatever it meant when it hadn’t tightened and clearly didn’t have a fish on it. “I’m fine. I don’t think I’m great at fishing. I might go read again. That was more my speed.”He laughed, but then his brow furrowed when his ga
Asking for a Friend Out of Focus
LAYTON“I really hated seeing her cry,” I told Marissa on Monday afternoon. We were eating lunch in my office, Chinese takeout that I’d ordered up from a place down the street.Marissa’s shoes were off and her ankles were crossed on top of my sofa, where she was sitting sideways as we talked. Officially, we were in a meeting about cost estimations for a new project, but realistically, I didn’t know how many people who walked past actually believed that.I didn’t care though. I loved her. It was bound to come out sooner or later. I had zero fucks to give about what anyone else thought about it.Marissa smiled sympathetically. “I know. It’s the hardest part by far, seeing them sad and not knowing what to do to fix it. You did a great job, though.”“She’s resilient though,” I said. “I don’t think there’s much she can’t bounce back from.”“That’s true,” she said, as she took a bite of her spicy fried chicken, rocking her head from side to side as she chewed. Once she swallowed, she said,
Asking for a Friend Concerns
LAYTONMarissa smiled coyly, looking at me through her thick lashes. “So do I, and while you make a compelling argument, we can’t just flake.”“There has to be some perks to being the boss,” I argued. “We can go over those files of yours after. I’ll tell Carrie it’s going to take a few hours and we need to go review the files somewhere else.”“A few hours, huh?” Her cheeks flushed. “You’re feeling awfully confident today.”I scoffed, “I’m always feeling confident. And you know it. You also know my confidence has never been unjustified.”“Let’s just say you’ve got one very satisfied customer right here,” she winked before dropping her eyes back to the file. “But these guys won’t be unless we actually get to it.”“You’re no fun.” I wadded up a napkin and chucked it in her direction. “I’ll satisfy them anyway. Might as well satisfy you first.”“That’s such a line,” she smothered a giggle, arching an eyebrow. “Are you being serious or are you just messing with me right now?”“Depends. Are
Asking for a Friend Marking Her Territory
MARISSAA huge black sedan pulled up outside of our office building. Layton and I were waiting for a car Banks had insisted he send. Layton told him we could get to New Hampshire on our own, but the man wouldn’t hear of it.The driver of the huge black car got out, wearing a full freaking uniform complete with a hat and gloves, and walked up to Layton. “Mr. Bridges, my name is Victor. I’ll be your driver today.”What? This was the car Banks sent for us? My jaw threatened to drop. How many people did Banks think Layton was bringing with him? The thing looked like it could easily fit ten.Layton glanced at the car, lifting an eyebrow before he school his expression and nodded once. “Thank you, Victor.”“Do you have any luggage?” Victor asked, then spotted the overnight bags we each had next to us on the sidewalk. Without asking, he picked up both bags and deposited them in the trunk before coming back for us. “I’ll keep your bags while you’re in the meeting with Mr. Banks, and I’ve been
Asking for a Friend Meeting Mr. Banks
MARISSAEight minutes later and exactly, to the minute on time, yet another young woman came down a hallway to our right. “Mr. Bridges? Mr. Banks will see you now. Please follow me.”We did as she asked, being led to a conference room with a table the size of my house in the center of it. I was starting to wonder if this Mr. Banks had something to make up for, since his car, building and table were larger than life and he only seemed to have young attractive girls working in his office.I smirked, catching Layton’s eye. It was no wonder he had no use for such luxurious, ostentatious things. He had nothing to make up for.He narrowed his eyes questioningly, but I shook my head. I would have to remember to tell him later. He would get a kick out of it. At that moment, the conference room doors swung open again and a fifty-something man in an impeccable suit stepped through them. There were some gray strands interrupting his otherwise jet black hair and his eyes were almost the same colo
Asking for a Friend None of the Credit
LAYTONThree weeks after New Hampshire, I still hadn’t given Banks an answer to his odd request. I couldn’t really believe he would even ask such a thing, it was unheard of. As far as I knew, anyway. I’d done some homework since getting back from the meeting and it turned out that every property Banks owned had him listed as the architect.I didn’t know why the hell it was so important to him, but it was clearly something he’d been doing for a long time. Most architects didn’t have the money to cover the cost of a building if he threatened to pull out if they didn’t give him credit. I wasn’t most people.But I still hadn’t decided what I was going to do. Despite the fact that my inheritance was large enough to tide over several small countries for a year, and I’d had my own success and didn’t live too extravagantly. I had paid a small fortune for my apartment, but I figured that was both an investment and my sanctuary.My car was nice and I wore only tailored clothes. I wasn’t selfish
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