Dirty Sexy Games by Laurelin Paige

Author:Laurelin Paige
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paige Press LLC

13

Elizabeth

I’d just gotten off the phone with the movers who were packing up my apartment when there was a knock at the door. Thankful that I’d pulled on yoga pants and a sweatshirt, I headed to the peephole and peered out. I saw who was waiting on the other side of Weston’s door, frowned, then undid the deadbolt and opened the door.

“Mom,” I said, accepting her hug as her constant companion, Marie, brushed past me, her arms full of takeout. “What are you doing here?”

“You canceled lunch. So we brought lunch to you.” She shut the door behind her and opened the door to the powder room then closed it, searching for the coat closet.

“I canceled because I have so much to do.” I opened the correct door for her and held it as she took off her coat.

“You still need to eat.” She hung up her Donna Karan wool wraparound and turned back to me. “I miss you. You’ve been gone for two weeks.”

Begrudgingly, I let her hug me again. “What are you going to do when I’m living in another country?”

Her embrace tightened. “Visit. A lot.” When she pulled away she took my hand in hers and pulled me with her toward the kitchen table. “Come eat. You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?”

“I haven’t even had breakfast. I just woke up.” Weston and I had only gotten home the night before, and I was still jet-lagged and on Hawaiian time. Somehow, he had dragged himself out of bed and gone to work. I’d had every intention of going to my apartment to direct the movers through packing, but after pushing snooze a good dozen times, I resorted to a phone call.

What I needed wasn’t food—it was caffeine.

As if reading my mind, Marie called from the kitchen. “I just put on a pot of coffee. Want some water in the meantime?”

“No. Thanks. This is great.” I dug into the bags on the table and pulled out a container of fried rice and another that ended up being cashew chicken.

Marie continued to make herself at home in Weston’s apartment—our apartment?—opening cupboards until she found plates, and delivered them to the table. She set one in front of me and my mother and another one in the third place for herself, then went back to the kitchen for napkins.

“You got some color,” my mother said, grabbing a pair of chopsticks out of the bag and tossing another pair toward me. “You must have made it out of the bedroom. Tell us about the honeymoon.”

“Is Hawaii as beautiful as it was ten years ago when I went?” Marie asked.

My mother pounced on the pause before I could answer. “Who cares about the island? I want to know about the sex.”

“Mom! I’m not going to tell you about that.” I tossed the chopsticks down and stood, darting to the kitchen to grab a fork. “We were having sex before we got married, anyway.”

“And I wanted to know about it then, but you wouldn’t tell me.

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