Page 65 of Havoc's Fox
PS: We’re taking Analise’s rental car to the airport. We’ll return it for her early so she should have a credit coming her way.
Analise looked up from the letter.
“Can you believe that?” Emmalyn asked.
“Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t left us to make things right before now.”
“Not that! He said that whatever’s wrong with me and Barron, he’s sure it’s my fault! That is so wrong. He’s supposed to take my side! How does he know that Barron didn’t do something to me?!”
“Probably because you’ve been the one stalking Barron since Christmas morning.” Analise thought about it then amended her statement. “Actually, since Christmas Eve. What did happen?”
Emmalyn scowled at her sister. “He’s a dick.”
“Barron is one of the nicest males we know.”
“Until he’s pretending he doesn’t know you.”
“Why is he pretending he doesn’t know you?”
“I don’t know! One little night of sex, one sex crazed night and now all of a sudden he doesn’t know me. He’s been after me since my senior year of high-school, now I give in and he’s not interested anymore. Really kinda pisses me off.”
“Because you want to mate him?” Analise asked.
“No! Because now he doesn’t want to mate me! How could he not want to mate me? He’s always wanted to mate me!”
“Well, since your sophomore year anyway.”
“Not actively since my senior year, but I held him off saying I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Now, when I’m thinking maybe it’s time, this might work out, he’s acting like he doesn’t know me.”
“How did you end up… with him,” Analise asked.
“I went to his house, let myself in.”
“You broke in.”
“Same thing.”
“You do know that just because you work for the FBI doesn’t give you the freedom to enter any house you choose at will.”
“You sound like Barron. And Christian. It’s not like they’re strangers, so, no biggie. Anyway, I let myself in and things went a little bow-chick-a-wow-wow.”
“Oh, God,” Analise said, rubbing her temples.
“What? It was freaking fantastic! For a while.”
“For a while?”
“Yes, right after I got off, he stopped. Just… stopped! Got up and got in the shower. He didn’t even finish!”
“He didn’t finish?” Analise asked.
“No! Just gave me the ride of my life, and was like, that’s enough, got up and walked into the bathroom.”
“Wow. Imagine the control,” Analise said.
“Yeah, and the stamina. Damn,” Emmalyn said, giving an exaggerated little shiver with a wicked grin. “And why are you rubbing your head saying, ‘Oh, God’?”
“Because, we’re some kind of screwed up, you know?”