Page 51 of Resist
Out the window above the sink, I make eye contact with one of her neighbors next door. Her eyes widen like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, then darken like she’s seen the devil, and she snaps the drapes closed with dramatic flair.
What the hell?
I spin on my heel and head back to the table, offering plates to Thor and Adi. “I’ll get the rest, you two sit, eat.”
They share a look, and Thor nods as they both sit down. “Thanks.”
When I deliver the last of the plates and the side dishes, I take my seat. No one has killed anyone in my absence. “Your neighbor is a little... something.” I scoop a forkful of pasta but part of it slides onto the plate, splashing sauce onto my shirt.
Corabelle snorts before dipping her napkin into water and handing it to me across the table with a headshake.
Adi’s face is the color of her hair. “We traumatized them a while back, they haven’t forgiven us.”
“Did they pull the drapes?” Thor crunches on some garlic bread.
I nod, dabbing at my shirt. “Aggressively.”
“You want to share with the class?” Thor gestures his bread at Adi who turns a darker shade of red and shakes her head.
“I fucked her at the sink. The neighbors got a front row seat. Turns out they’re not voyeurs.”
Talia gasps. Paige snorts.
Thor holds his hands up. “In my defense it was late at night, and I didn’t think anyone would be watching through our window. Not that I care, but I don’t generally inflict my sex life on unsuspecting members of the public.”
Jagger’s chuckling and shaking his head. “Busted.”
Adi wails. “Don’t. It’s awful. I tried apologizing with cookies but they wouldn’t open the door, and they didn’t return my fucking dish. Assholes.”
“You never make me cookies when I see you two fucking.” I cram another mouthful of chicken into my mouth, acutely aware of the fact that Corabelle has fallen quiet and is pushing her pasta around her plate.
Is she quiet because she’s new to the group? Is she picking up on the weird vibes between Slade and Paige? Or is she quiet for another reason? I have no idea, and it bothers me a little that I can’t read her just by looking at her.
Is she considering my peculiar proposal? Probably. But there’s still every chance she could feel like an outsider right now with this group of friends, and I don’t want that for her.
“Youchooseto watch us fucking. It’s different.”
I shrug. “Still think it should come with cookies.”
Talia reaches across the table and pats my forearm. “I’ll bake cookies for you, Sterling.”
Jagger nods. “She makes great cookies.”
She preens at the praise, I’m not sure she even realizes how her whole posture changes, how her face lights up.
Adi nods. “Can confirm. She makes excellent cookies.”
Talia smiles wider.
“Wait.” I hold up my hand. “You’ve had Talia’s cookies?” My jaw drops. “What did I miss?”
Adi grins. “Sub Club.” She purses her lips then her eyes light up on a gasp. “You’re a domme.” She points to Cora, jolting her out of whatever pattern of thoughts she’s seemingly trapped in.
Cora nods. “I am.”
Adi claps her hands together on a squeal. “That means you’d be her sub. You’d get to join Sub Club.” She shrugs like she’s trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably.
“I’m a switch.”