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Good. Pizza, wings for dinner. Alcohol. Ice cream.

Consider it done.

"What are you smirking at your phone for over there?" Nora asked, her eyes narrowed in my direction.

"Talking to my side bitch. She wants me to eat her pussy all night and I told her I'm in." I dropped my phone on the chair beside me. "And finish her with a spanking."

Anita's eyes widened the tiniest fraction and she glanced between us.

"Better tell her you're otherwise occupied or else." Nora waved a fist at me in the least threatening way possible.

"And just what am I occupied with?" I cocked a brow at her, propping my elbows on the arms of the chair while fighting a smirk.

"Me." Nora pouted then.

I chuckled and winked at her. She smiled and curled up on her side with her head in Anita's lap. Her eyes never left me, nor did her smile.

"So wait…is there actually a side bitch or what?" Anita asked, confusion wrinkling her brow.

Nora and I both burst out laughing.

"No!" Nora swatted her leg. "There isn't."

"How am I supposed to know that when I walked in here today and heard stories about BDSM pseudo-orgies or whatever you were talking about?" Anita huffed while looking down at Nora who rolled onto her back. "And to be frank, with the two of you, it's a reasonable question!"

Nora broke into a snicker fit. "Are you calling me a slut, Neets?"

"No." Anita's expression softened then, and she stroked Nora's hair once. "I'm calling Caroline a slut. You're adventurous."

I cracked up and Nora wasn't a beat behind.

"That's the same thing!" Nora squealed and swatted at Anita's hands.

Anita grinned, her hand falling to Nora's shoulder in an affectionate squeeze. "Enjoying your sexuality is not the same thing."

Nora simply smiled up at her, their silent exchange telling more than their words could in that moment.

"I think it's about time you started enjoying your sexuality, Doctor Oliver." I cocked a brow at her when she met my gaze. "I've been meaning to ask, but now is the perfect opportunity to make you uncomfortable on account of the fact that you called me a slut." I cleared my throat then leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. "Let's talk about this Marita person."

Anita narrowed her eyes at me, and the battle of wills began.

"Oooh." Nora covered her mouth and snickered. "The fight begins."

"Choose your weapon," I said, smirking and jutting my chin in her direction.

Anita stared, her expression sour, and I waited for her first strike while listening to Nora's adorable hysterics.