“Where else?” I drove away from the post office.

“Nowhere. I think we’re done. We got the bank, pharmacy and the post office. Now let’s go home!”

“Finally!”

As much as I loved my uncle, being his chauffeur on our mutual day off was not how I wanted to spend it. I turned the corner and headed home, which was about a two minute drive.

“What's for dinner?” I changed the topic.

Dinner was my only escape from my office, technically my room, while I was forced to work on a new logo for a customer that had me in a complete rut. I realized now I shouldn't have taken the job but I needed the money. Which was the same reason I took another out-of-my-comfort-zone job yesterday. I didn't like using my parents’ money, even though there was a lot. I wanted to do this by myself.

“It’s either Taco Tuesday or Tamale Tuesday?”

“Tamale Tuesday? That’s new,” I laughed.

“Yeah, ever since Sara retired she had been ‘getting in touch with the chef inside,’” my uncle mimicked his wife's voice.

We used the word retired loosely since she’s only fifty-two and goes in and out of the fashion business like a hot potato.

“Well, I’ll be happy with whatever as long as it’s homemade —”

I pulled into the garage and my eyes were glued to the wall where Leo had pushed me up against during the party after he followed him inside the garage. All the sounds in the car went fuzzy when I thought back to the party.

* * *

“Where have you been, Lory?” Sara snatched my elbow with alarming speed the second I came back downstairs after my little rendezvous. She pulled me under the stairs, away from the crowd of people in the living room.

I felt her anxiety and stress ooze from her like a gas leak. But the second she locked eyes with my outfit, her gas leak stopped. I was wearing an old outfit she picked out for me four years ago, when I thought I wanted to go into Marketing and she was stunned. It was as if I had just told her Valentino had just died. My aunt prided herself on her “extraordinary taste in clothes,” being a retired fashion designer and all, so this wasn’t good news.

“Oh my, that does NOT suit you. I’m so sorry. W-what was I thinking? White chiffon and leather? Orange leather? Oh no. Oh no. That is not what I had in mind —”

Her hand was over her mouth while she shook her head viciously, like at any second her head was just going to come fly off. She stopped and gasped.

“I must have been going through menopause when I bought this. I did think Crocs were the next big thin —”

“Aunt Sara!” I snapped her out of her rant.

“Oh — YES! The paper plates. I need you to go in the garage and get me the paper plates. I was originally going to serve the food on our nice plates, but since these savages can’t manage to hold my crystal glasses, I think it would be best if we serve the food on paper. Paper plates.”

“Paper plates?” I joked, even though I shouldn't have, considering my aunt’s fragile, socially anxious state of being.

“Mallory!”

“Okay, the paper plates. I got it.” I headed into the crowd of people in the direction of the garage.

“All the paper plates!” I heard my aunt yell nervously, still under the stairs.

I unlocked the garage and took a step in when I felt a familiar hand grip my wrist and push me against the cold wall while simultaneously shutting the door.

Leo towered over me, his breath heavy and thick like his manly urges hadn’t been satisfied in years. His cold lips touched my neck, sparking goosebumps across my body. He scooped my breast, not entirely fitting into his hand but it was still a damn good fit. I tried to push him away, the kind of playful push you do when your brain quietly screams no but your body is begging for him to be inside of you.

Again.

And again.

And again ...

He was addicting in a harmful way, maybe even a lethal way, but I didn’t care.

“I told you to wear black,” Leo’s voice was afire against my neck.

“I didn’t agree,” I managed to moan out while his hand had a mind of its own on my breast.

He smiled into my neck and chuckled. “Round two? We can knock out a fourth thing off the list.” Leo re-positioned himself, his hand above me and the other popping buttons off my blouse.

“No hitting two birds with one stone,” I stopped his hand, instantly regretting it, but not hating it. “You love games, then play by the rules.”

“If you want to play by the rules, then don’t lose the list.”

I scoffed. “You stole it.”

He sucked the inside of his cheek and made a snap sound, like he couldn’t believe I accused him of theft, petty theft, at the very least.

“Now, now. That’s a pretty big accusation you're making,” his voice was cold, his face was cold, but his eyes ... his forest was on fire. “It’s not my fault it fell out and I happened to pick it up.”

He fixed his loose hair and headed for the door.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I’m in the garage instead of stalking me?” This was my way of asking for his help.

He squinted, looking at the garage full of expensive cars with one hand in his pocket and the other scratching his beard.

“No,” he said and left.

* * *

“Mal? Mal?” my uncle's voice rang in my ear. “Hey, you okay? I lost you for a second.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking.”

We stepped into the house and the smell of ground beef filled our lungs.

“Hmmm ... Taco Tuesday,” Bruce and I hummed together.

I greeted Sara and helped her set the table so we could all dig into the food faster. My uncle was already sitting at the end of the table with the sour cream ready for his taco. He got up when he noticed he wasn't helping much by only bringing the sour cream.

“Oh Mal, I forgot to mention. There's this small coffee house a block away from work where a lot of people go to work. I was thinking maybe you can get out of your room and work there tomorrow. We can also grab lunch on my break?” he batted his eyelashes like a little kid convincing his mother to buy him candy.

I filled my hard shell taco with the ground beef and other toppings as I thought about it. It wasn’t a bad idea. I could get out of the house and spend a little time with my uncle, who had been begging to go on a one-on-one date for old times’ sake.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” I shrugged.

“Yay. It’s a date,” my uncle chuckled while taking a huge bite of his overstuffed taco covered in too much sour cream for my taste. “Oh, you should try the cake pops when you're there. They’re like tiny round cakes coated in heaven —”

“Is that why you had to pop another hole in your belt Bruce?” my aunt questioned him.

He didn’t know what to say so he opened and closed his mouth, like he was expecting a lie to materialize without any effort. The thing was, he never lied, not to his wife at least. He respected and cherished her too much to put his lawyer pants on and bullshit a fancy lie.

“Yes?” he answered the question in the form of a question.

“Your new diet starts tomorrow, Bruce. I’m serious.” She wiggled her long finger in front of his face, the same finger that scolded me when I was younger.

“Yes, dearest.” He put some more sour cream on top of his sour cream, cherishing his last night of delicious food.

“Oh, Lory. I forgot to mention. Leo called a few minutes before you guys got here. He asked for you, but I just gave him your number.” Sara played it off so nonchalantly.

“He called? Why?” I squinted at her, a little bit frustrated that she gave him my number without my permission.

“He said he wants to hire you for a personal project.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. A personal project? Nice. Is that what we are calling my list now, a personal project? And he wants to pay me?

“You shouldn’t have given him my number,” I tightened my jaw even though it was already closed.

“Wha—Why? You guys seemed like you were getting along. You were practically inseparable by the end of the party. I figured it would help you grow your name and brand.”

I scoffed softly. My aunt only saw what she wanted to see.

We did not get along. The only reason we looked like we were was because I was trying to get my list back. He spent most of the time ignoring my questions and trying to have a second round, like in the garage. Leo was playing games, while I was all business. I did, however, get half of the rules so that wasn’t too bad, but I still couldn’t figure out what number six and nine were.

“I have two projects I need to finish so I don’t need another one. I’ll just have to deny his personal project.”

“Well, maybe you can work on his project later on in a month or so,” my aunt was being logical. “He would be a really good client, Mallory.” She used my full name because she thought I was being unreasonable, but I wasn’t.

“We’ll see,” I mumbled, taking a bite of my taco.

There was a moment of silence between us until my aunt and uncle started talking about his day and new responsibilities he had because of his promotion.

Buzz.

My phone vibrated on the table. It was a message from an unknown number.

“Oh my God!” I shouted at my phone and hid it in my pocket.

“You okay, Mal?” my uncle almost jumped out of his seat from my scream.

“Y-yea — I just forgot I had to ... send something to my client and he needs it ASAP. Can I be excused?” I said while already pushing in my chair and headed toward the stairs.

My uncle nodded and watched me with worried eyes while I rushed upstairs. I shut my door and locked it so no one would come in. I felt my phone buzz a few more times in my pocket and I pulled it out. I unlocked it fast to make sure that I wasn’t imagining — nope. I was not imagining it.

There was a giant rock hard cock resting on a white marble vanity. Leo’s shirt was partially lifted to reveal his sculpted abs. He had a deep V that forced all my attention toward his cock no matter how long I stared at his abs. I swallowed hard and let out a faint moan. I exited the image to be surprised by another. This time Leo was gripping his veiny, thick cock firmly while a drop of pre-cum shone at his tip.

I felt my pussy pulse as heat smacked my body like a wave. I stared at both images, trying to figure out what I should do.

Should I delete them?

Should I answer?

What could I even say?

I headed to my bed and flopped on my back. I moved my hand down to my wet cunt without even thinking and let out a sigh-filled moan when I rubbed myself. I focused on the close-up image of Leo’s cock enclosed in his firm hand.

He was right. I did want a taste.

I’d never been into blowjobs, but my god ... I wanted nothing more than to have my lips wrapped around him as he shoved his cock down my throat. I could imagine his dark eyes smiling at me while a tear ran down my cheek.

H-how did he know …? I quickly typed how did you know but then realized he would easily gain the upper hand in our little game. I deleted the message and looked at the images again. I knew exactly what to say to get under his skin.

I cursed his name under my breath, secretly loving how easily he turned me on. He knew exactly what to say to make me want to fuck him until my brain and body turned into silly putty.

I scrolled up to the nudes again, this time drooling over his cock on the white marble vanity in his bathroom. He didn’t show his face but I could easily imagine those dark eyes looking at the camera while his killer smirk dominated the picture. The red shirt contrasted well with his pale skin; it was something I would probably never forget. His unbuckled jeans on his thighs made me want to pull them all the way down to admire every muscle in his body.

Buzz.