Page 159 of Just for the Plot
“Aww, he sounds so panicky. Answer him.”
Grumbling again, because this is not how I wanted to spend my evening, I text him back so I can get this over and done with and get back to my girl.
Graydon:What do you want?
“Graydon, that wasn’t nice. He’s clearly panicking.”
“What?” I shrug. “I asked him what he wants.”
“I know, but you could have been nicer about it.”
“Maple, that’s how I respond. If I sugarcoated it, he’d know it wasn’tme.”
My phone buzzes again.
OC:He’s clearly in pain. He needs your strong chest to cry on. Want to meet up at Graydon’s house and talk this through? I can bring muffins.
“Oh, that would be fun,” Maple says.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not fucking happening. And the fuck if OC is bringing muffins.”
I go to type back just as Bennett responds.
Bennett:I’m out of town, you fuck, remember?
Relief washes through me.
OC:Shit, really? Well, uh…Graydon, I’m here.
“What?” I ask, just as the doorbell rings. “Mother…fucker,” I growl.
Maple places her hand on my chest and says, “Stay calm.”
“Do not let him in, Maple. I’m not fucking kidding. I don’t want him in here.”
“We can’t be rude, Graydon.” She starts to get off my lap as the doorbell rings again. I grip her hip, keeping her in place.
“He doesn’t know we’re home. He could go away.”
“I can see your car in the garage,” OC yells through the door. “Let me in.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Graydon, please,” Maple says, hand on my chest, straddling me now. “We won’t keep him long. I’ll tell him I have to get to bed early, and as a reward, I’ll let you do anything you want to me tonight.”
“I was going to do that anyway,” I say, smoothing my hands over her perfect ass.
“Yes, but I’ll wear whatever you want, maybe even strip for you.”
Hell…
She smiles and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I’ll consider the blank stare on your face as a deal.”
Then she gets up and goes to the door, where she lets in OC.
“For a second there, I didn’t think you guys were going to let me in.” OC laughs as he comes into the living room with a pink box. “Brought muffins, big guy.” I try to convey through my eyes that one wrong move will find him face first in my goddamn carpet. He slowly nods. “Got it, not happy that I’m here, but might be good for Bennett, because he seems to be struggling.”
He takes a seat across from me and flips open the box of muffins before taking one, and I stare him down as he takes a bite like a normal goddamn human—unlike the last time I watched him eat a muffin, which…not going there. I don’t want to be reminded.
