"Sky," she repeated. Her dark eyes glittered. "Matthew Robert Sky Jr. I like it."
"That's convenient." I smirked. "Oh and... it was nice to meet you too, Hannah. More than nice." I trailed my hand down her chest. I felt her heart rate accelerating. I knew I needed to maintain the illusion that I had a job to get to, but at the moment I was more interested in where Hannah and I could have a morning quickie.
I looked toward the house just in time to see someone flouncing across the lawn.
"What the—"
"Oh god," Hannah groaned. She stumbled out of the car and tried to intercept the girl. It must have been Hannah's sister. Same dark hair, same pretty eyes and expressive mouth, but where Hannah had soft curves and flawless skin, this girl had tight muscle and tattoos. Oh, and one too many piercings.
The girl blew by Hannah and thrust her head in the open passenger-side window.
"Hey! Oh wow. Wow. Very nice..."
I glared ahead. I couldn't tell if she meant me or my car or both.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Ha! You must be Mr. Frostypants."
"And you must be the stripper."
"Damn straight. I'm Christine. Chrissy if you like." She slapped the side of my car. "I'm a dyno girl. You know, the Dynamite Club. Ever been? It's downtown Boulder. Oh my god, you and Hannah should so come some time."
I glanced at Hannah, who was hovering behind her sister and wringing her hands.
"Did you hear that Hannah? Apparently we should come."
Hannah blanched, then blushed furiously. Adorable. She glared at me and began to tug on Chrissy's hand.
"Let's go," she hissed.
"I'm serious!" Chrissy insisted.
"I can tell," I said, grinning helplessly, "but I think the last thing your sister and I want to see is you shaking your tits, no offense hun."
"Oh my god, not when I'm working you doofus. Seriously though, couples have a lot of fun. Think about it!"
"Okay going now bye!" Hannah waved frantically at me and hauled her sister back toward the house.
I waved and then sat motionless behind the wheel.
What the hell...
The night had been surreal, but Hannah's crazy sister beat all. I was laughing as I pulled away from the curb. In a way, I was grateful for Chrissy's interruption. I didn't know if anything else could have pulled me from Hannah.
When I got home, I refreshed Laurence's water and went straight to my desk.
Sleep could wait.
My latest project was open on the computer screen—a pseudo dystopia titled The Surrogate. Until Hannah, the writing was going really well. Even though I had never written science fiction (in fact I hated the genre, until this story got hold of me), I knew The Surrogate could turn out to be my most important work.
But the novel could wait.
I minimized Word, opened Firefox, and navigated to lelo.com.
I had some shopping to do.
CHAPTER 10
Hannah
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I FROWNED AT the list I was supposed to be preparing for my mother.
Geez, she hadn't been kidding about delegating some of her work, but did I have any say in when I started? Evidently not, because I could have picked a better day.
I'd slept in until 2 p.m. and woke up horny. I remembered dream fragments—Matt's strong arms pinning me to him, the urgent press of his head to my slit—and for a panicked moment I thought I might have dreamed the whole night.
But I hadn't. I felt the ache in my back and limbs thanks to sex in Matt's car and sex in a lumpy field. Plus, when I staggered into the main area of the basement, Chrissy immediately assaulted me.
"Morning sunshine!" Chrissy and Jay were playing the PS3. She tossed her controller. "Are you going to tell me if you banged that babe yet? Because if he's just a friend, I would reallllly like his number."