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"You're gonna get sick of having me inside you," I kiss your forehead as my hands roam over your ass. I blush a little. "I wanna try something this weekend," I say as my hand gently starts stroking the curves of your ass.
 
I slide my finger a bit deeper. "I want to fuck this cute little ass of yours." I watch for your reaction.
 
I grin at you. "I will. This weekend." I say as I pull you down on me and I lightly bite your neck. "Think you'll sleep better now?" I ask.
 
"Mmm-hmmm," I moan softly, already half way there. I curl up even more and nuzzle my face into your neck.
 
We wake up suddenly when my phone rings. I answer, nod a few times and say, "Just, don't do anything. I'll head there now."
 
"Yep." I shake my head. "She's opening and says one of the grates is flooding the kitchen. No idea how that's possible at 10 am." I pat your butt. "You want to come with me?"
 
"Might as well," I say, stretching and slipping out of bed. I got dressed in form fitting jeans and shirt and smile at you. "Ready?"
 
I giggle and shake my head. "Nah, I just want to get Riley's goat," I say with a straight face. "Besides, shouldn't I look my best on your arm?"
 
"You look great on whatever part of me you're on." I swat your ass enough to sting, before throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you down the stairs where I put you down to let you grab your purse and sunglasses.
 
I laugh as you carry me down the stairs, and I grab my purse and sunglasses when you set me down. "You rogue," I tease as I kiss you.
 
"You love it," I say, kissing you back.

We drive to the bar and Riley is behind the bar. She's in the version of the hostess uniform that has a sleeveless top and short, black shorts. Her hair is as straight as its ever been, her makeup is perfect, and she's got deep red lipstick. Quite a lot for opening. She sneers when you come in behind me.

"Reece, I don't think the leak is.....oh, hey. I figured you would be busy eating your Plan B breakfast," she says.
 
I dig my nails into my palms. "I don't need to worry about that, sweetpea," I say with sweet venom. I look at you. "Do you need me to wait outside?" I ask softly.
 
"No, just sit at the bar."

I turn my attention to Riley. "Shut your mouth and show me the leak." She turns and goes into the kitchen silently. I go back and see the tiniest amount of dirty water on the floor.

"Really, Riley? You could mop that up easily."

"Well," she says, almost whining as she gets the mop. "I didn't know if it would get worse."

She hands me the mop and I clean the area quickly. I stand leaning on the service counter. You can see through the window that I'm talking to her, but can't hear us. You notice she scoots close to me and leans up to whisper something. As she does, you notice her hands graze over my belt.
 
I sit down at the bar and watch, my nails digging into my palms as I watch her hand graze over the belt. "Honestly?" I call out, shaking my head.
 
Riley backs off when she hears you and gives you a look that is a cross between a sneer and a mischievous grin. You see her cross her arms and stand, almost defiant as I seem to go through a set of point by point instructions. I leave her in the kitchen and pass by you, "Don't say anything," I almost whisper. "We'll talk in the car." I let you grab your things and we start to leave. As we do, Riley catches your eye and laughs at you, but my back is turned as we head outside.
 
I roll my eyes. "It's just Riley being a bitch," I tell you. "Just ignore her. She's trying to get in your head."
 
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