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“That’s a relief to hear.”
“Don’t sweat it. Eat your lunch. If you’re knocked up, you’re knocked up, and we’ll deal.” He grinned at her blush.
“Okay.”
“So, this Storm guy,” he started. “What kind of name is that anyway?”
“It’s just a name, I suppose. Why do you ask?”
“Just don’t like pretentious dicks that call themselvesStorm.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “You’ve spoken to him all of five words. You can’t know if he’s a dick.”
Except he did. He knew even before they exchanged a single word. The man’s envious look said it all. “He’s a dick.”
“Storm’s not a dick. He has lost his wife and comes to yoga class because he wants to get more in touch with his feelings. He used to be a workaholic and to this day, he regrets not spending more time with his wife. He deserves our sympathy.”
So, the man pretended to be a bleeding heart to get Mary’s attention. Smooth. Real fucking smooth.
“As long as he doesn’t want to get more in touch withyou, I’m fine with it.”
She waved her fork at him. “Are you jealous, Mr. Diaz?”
“Of course not. I just don’t like it when another man ogles my wife.”Also,yeah, I’m jealous as fuck, but no way am I admitting that.
“Uh-huh.”
“Keep up the sass, baby. See what it gets you.”
Her lashes fluttered in exaggeration as she swallowed down her food in record time.
“Please, do tell. What will it get me?”
There was a sparkle in her eyes, her pupils had dilated, and a light flush had pinkened her cheeks. Damn, she was perfection.
He leaned back. “Four words. Spread eagle with toys.”
She blinked.
If she hadn’t been sassing him, he might have felt sorry for her. Mary was a novice when it came to sex. All he had to do was name a few kinky words to hush her up. Any second now, she was going to cast down her eyes, softly scold him for suggesting the way he wanted to fuck her in a crowded place where anyone could overhear them and—
“Only if I can return the favor.”
He almost choked on his drink.
Hell. He had unleashed a sex demon.
CHAPTER 28
HECTOR
A week before Halloween, Mary gave him an important mission; to pick up Zoe’s costume. Unfortunately, his mission had run into an unexpected snag.
“What do you mean, you don’t have a Wonder Woman costume left?” Hector looked on his phone once again. Yep, this was the place Mary said she’d reserved Zoe’s outfit.
The guy behind the counter, a teenager with bad skin, clucked his tongue. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s been some kind of a mix-up. Your costume was given to someone else. I apologize and offer you this coupon. Please pick another costume. There’s plenty to choose from.”
“What about that one? It looks like Wonder Woman to me.” He pointed at the costume behind the counter.