I shake my head. “If Francesca said you’re done, you’re done.”
“Cool. I’m gonna head back to my room then.”
“Enjoy the rest of your night.”
She lingers for a few seconds, waiting for me to say or do something. When I don’t, she nods once and turns to leave the room.
I finish my drink alone, then I head to the security room. They’re probably not home yet, but I can still pull up the feed. Their house isn’t on my regular feed, but with a few clicks I have their living room on my main monitor. It’s pitch black since no one is home, so I wait.
Eventually the light switches on. I grab my noise-canceling headphones and slip them on, adjusting the volume. No one is speaking yet. As is the case with most Sunday nights, they have the look of soldiers returning to camp after a long, hard battle. They’re both so dramatic.
Vince hangs his keys up on a hook while Mia steps out of her heels.
“They’re pretty, but they hurt,” she states.
Vince spins back to look at her. “What?”
“My new shoes. They’re death on the top of my heel. I think they’re made of vengeance and my feet wronged them in a past life.”
I crack a smile.
Vince rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why you needed new shoes anyway, you have a million pairs.”
As if he just insulted her child, she gapes at him. “How dare you, sir.”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he shoots back.
“You are wrong. I do not own one million pairs. We wouldn’t have room for that many shoes. And these ones were on sale—how was I supposed to say no?”
“Oh, well, if they were on sale,” he says, sarcastically.
Smiling faintly, Mia shoves him in the arm. “You just don’t understand.”
He catches her around the waist and tugs her close, dropping a kiss on her lips. “I don’t care,” he states.
“I had a twenty percent off coupon and they were already—”
He still doesn’t care, so he cuts her off with another kiss. She’s smiling when he pulls back. “Speaking of the store,” Vince says, letting her go and heading for the kitchen, “we are pretty much out of food.”
“I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow,” she tells him. “What should we do for dinner?”
“I don’t know.”
She sighs, locking the front door and flipping the deadbolt. I know she’s used to everyday drudgery, but I still dislike that she has to do it. She shouldn’t have to go grocery shopping and plan his meals. She should be enjoying her life and letting other people take care of those kinds of menial tasks.
After a few minutes, Mia heads down the hall. I don’t know if she’s heading for the bedroom or bathroom, but on the off chance it’s the bedroom, I pull up that camera.
She steps inside, reaching behind her back to drag down her zipper and pull off her dress. She steps out of it, then bends to pick it up and gives me a lovely view of her ass. I do miss that ass. I’d much prefer watching her undress here in front of me, but I work with what I have.
Now she’s in just a tiny pair of lilac-colored panties and a matching bra. I want her to turn around, but she keeps her back to me as she reaches back and unclasps her bra.
Blood rushes to my dick, anticipation coursing through me.
As if startled, she does turn around. I get only a brief glimpse of cleavage though, then Vince blocks the fucking camera.
“I was just putting some PJs on,” she tells him, as he moves closer. Of course now the little bastard sees her mostly naked and wants to fuck her. One of his hands massaging her breast, the other around her waist, he walks her back toward the bed.
I fully expect this to lead directly to sex—why wouldn’t it? Before he can get her panties off, though, Mia gently pushes him away with an intentionally light smile. “I need to grab pajamas.”
“I have a better idea,” he informs her.
Laughing lightly, she nonetheless scoots away from the bed, going to the dresser and retrieving the least sexy sleep shirt I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s somehow sexy when she slips it on—but only because it’s on her. Mia could make anything sexy, I’ve determined.
Now she keeps enough distance from Vince and the bed that he can’t reach out and grab her to pull her back, then slips out of the bedroom.
I don’t normally even look at him if she’s not in a room, but he’s astute enough to figure out that Mia just rejected him, however lightly and playfully she tried to package it. I watch and savor that for a second. Little bastard.
I leave Vince frowning as he sits on the edge of the bed and scan the other screens to see if she’s in the kitchen or living room. She’s in the kitchen, so I switch to that camera.