t’s fine.” He’d happily stand on one leg on a spiked board if it meant he could be with her.
She shrugged. “Well, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Need help in the shower?” He shook his head. He’d love to enjoy the new sensation of having her hands rubbing soap all over his wet, naked body, but he didn’t want her to examine his healed wounds too closely and wonder. “Sure?” He pretended to reconsider and she laughed. “OK, fast ass. Clean up and come to the table.”
Eyoen showered quickly – he grinned when he heard her hovering outside the door; she told Priti she was standing guard in case he got dizzy or fell – and opened a few drawers until he found where she’d unpacked his clothes. Thanks to hours watching The Box he was able to dress himself without incident in a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. There was nothing to be done about the bruises decorating his face and both arms.
Priti and Boyd were sitting with Cass when he entered the kitchen.
“Hey, man,” Boyd said. “How you doin’?”
“ Very good. And you?”
“Straight, man . Glad to see you on your feet, but sit down and have some breakfast.”
Cass fixed his plate, and he eyed the scrambled eggs , bacon and sliced tomatoes with interest. She offered him a plate filled with toasted bread and he took a piece.
“Here,” she gave him a small jar that read apricot cherry jam on the label. “I brought your favorite from home.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
He caught a look Cass threw Priti, and realized that again he’d done something to draw attention to himself. But what in those four simple words was strange? Carefully he spread the jam on his bread and watching the others, gently peppered and salted his eggs.
“What does it tast e like?” Rierdane asked curiously. “The fluffy yellow food comes from an animal called a chicken. And the bacon from a flightless bird called a turkey.”
I shouldn’t have added salt to the eggs, he told his servant, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose. But the bacon is good, kind of smoky and crispy. I’ll bring some home for you.
“Lani ’s doing the shoot?” Priti asked.
Eyoen searched his memories and recalled that Lani was a stylist, someone who put together clothing and jewelry. She was also very beautiful, tall and busty like his Cass, but with a lighter skin shade and long, straight hair.
Cass nodded. “Yep. And Natty called. He ’s in town workin’. He told me to come by later to hear how they mastered the new single.” She hopped down from her stool. “I’ll shower real quick, and I’ll be ready to go.”
Boyd drove them to a house about an hour away. He whistled as they entered a gated community. “Shit, girl. I’ve seen some nice shit since I been workin’ for you, but this takes the cake!”
Cass grinned. “I know, right?”
The photo shoot was being held inside a grand, beautifully restored old mansion. There were at least a half dozen cars parked in the driveway. The front door opened as soon as they arrived, and Lani waved.
“What’s up?” she cried, throwing herself in Cass’ arms.
They embraced for a long moment.
“Damn, you look good, girl.”
“Me,” Lani said. “You! I wish I could get that lazy ass daughter of mine to work out like you do.”
Cass laughed. “Shut up. Lola’s perfect and you know it.”
Lani sniffed smugly. “Leo wanted to come, but I said no. He’d be in the way, hanging around your neck like a collar.”
“Fine as that little boy of yours is? I wouldn’t mind a bit.”
Lani laughed. “He’s gonna die when I tell him you said that. Lola insisted on helping me pick out your clothes,” she said. “Good to see you again, Lee.”
He grinned and carefully kissed the cheek she offered. Rierdane had hastily warned him not to move too quickly out of respect for his injuries.
Priti whistled as they walked further into the house. Eyoen understood. Accustomed as he was to grand estates – at home his
She shrugged. “Well, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Need help in the shower?” He shook his head. He’d love to enjoy the new sensation of having her hands rubbing soap all over his wet, naked body, but he didn’t want her to examine his healed wounds too closely and wonder. “Sure?” He pretended to reconsider and she laughed. “OK, fast ass. Clean up and come to the table.”
Eyoen showered quickly – he grinned when he heard her hovering outside the door; she told Priti she was standing guard in case he got dizzy or fell – and opened a few drawers until he found where she’d unpacked his clothes. Thanks to hours watching The Box he was able to dress himself without incident in a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. There was nothing to be done about the bruises decorating his face and both arms.
Priti and Boyd were sitting with Cass when he entered the kitchen.
“Hey, man,” Boyd said. “How you doin’?”
“ Very good. And you?”
“Straight, man . Glad to see you on your feet, but sit down and have some breakfast.”
Cass fixed his plate, and he eyed the scrambled eggs , bacon and sliced tomatoes with interest. She offered him a plate filled with toasted bread and he took a piece.
“Here,” she gave him a small jar that read apricot cherry jam on the label. “I brought your favorite from home.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
He caught a look Cass threw Priti, and realized that again he’d done something to draw attention to himself. But what in those four simple words was strange? Carefully he spread the jam on his bread and watching the others, gently peppered and salted his eggs.
“What does it tast e like?” Rierdane asked curiously. “The fluffy yellow food comes from an animal called a chicken. And the bacon from a flightless bird called a turkey.”
I shouldn’t have added salt to the eggs, he told his servant, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose. But the bacon is good, kind of smoky and crispy. I’ll bring some home for you.
“Lani ’s doing the shoot?” Priti asked.
Eyoen searched his memories and recalled that Lani was a stylist, someone who put together clothing and jewelry. She was also very beautiful, tall and busty like his Cass, but with a lighter skin shade and long, straight hair.
Cass nodded. “Yep. And Natty called. He ’s in town workin’. He told me to come by later to hear how they mastered the new single.” She hopped down from her stool. “I’ll shower real quick, and I’ll be ready to go.”
Boyd drove them to a house about an hour away. He whistled as they entered a gated community. “Shit, girl. I’ve seen some nice shit since I been workin’ for you, but this takes the cake!”
Cass grinned. “I know, right?”
The photo shoot was being held inside a grand, beautifully restored old mansion. There were at least a half dozen cars parked in the driveway. The front door opened as soon as they arrived, and Lani waved.
“What’s up?” she cried, throwing herself in Cass’ arms.
They embraced for a long moment.
“Damn, you look good, girl.”
“Me,” Lani said. “You! I wish I could get that lazy ass daughter of mine to work out like you do.”
Cass laughed. “Shut up. Lola’s perfect and you know it.”
Lani sniffed smugly. “Leo wanted to come, but I said no. He’d be in the way, hanging around your neck like a collar.”
“Fine as that little boy of yours is? I wouldn’t mind a bit.”
Lani laughed. “He’s gonna die when I tell him you said that. Lola insisted on helping me pick out your clothes,” she said. “Good to see you again, Lee.”
He grinned and carefully kissed the cheek she offered. Rierdane had hastily warned him not to move too quickly out of respect for his injuries.
Priti whistled as they walked further into the house. Eyoen understood. Accustomed as he was to grand estates – at home his
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