Page 158 of Indecent Obsession
Wyatt, rarely.
Me, occasionally.
If I couldn’t fuck Sara, I’d rather spend the evening talking with Sara than bringing a stranger into my bed. I cross the street still holding Peabody, but as soon as we reach the park, I put him down. The city is bustling with life and sounds. I glance up at the windows of our building.
It settles over me with the subtlety of a wrecking ball. This could all crash around us at any moment. Tom could come home tomorrow. Though from the looks of it, he might be in way over his head. He should have given us a heads up. At least let us know what we’re up against.
Peabody’s lead jingles and I focus as he does his business. I definitely didn’t sign up to pick up dog shit, but where Sara goes, Peabody generally follows. Once I toss the bag, I pick up the dog to head back to the apartment.
The crosswalk is lit to Don’t Walk. Black sedans speed along the street. It’s the best block our money could afford. Most people forgo having a car in the city and just hire drivers. It makes for a very monotonous sea of vehicles on the street though.
One black car sits in a shaded spot of the street off to the side by itself. It’s curious because it isn’t in a spot to pick up someone. The lights aren’t on, but someone is clearly in the driver seat. Smoke climbs out of the open window.
My light changes and I cross the street. Maybe we’re just being paranoid given the situation. The lobby is clear of people and I say good night to the doorman before calling the elevator.
When I step into the empty car, someone yells, “Wait. Hold the elevator.”
I press the open button and wait while a woman and a man about my age hurry on.
“Thanks.” The man nods at me.
The woman glances at me and then down at Peabody. She arches an eyebrow. “What a small dog.”
I shrug. “He grows on you.”
Peabody almost smiles with his tongue hanging out at the woman. She moves closer to the man and takes his arm.
“I’m allergic,” she states like I shouldn’t have him in the elevator at all. Her eyes aren’t red and watery and her nose hasn’t so much as twitched.
“Good thing this is my floor. Have a good evening,” I say as I get off.
“You too,” the guy calls as the doors close.
When we get into the apartment, I release Peabody and he shuffles over to his little doggie bed. I stop at the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water. Checking Peabody’s dish on the way, I head toward the bedrooms. It’s late and tomorrow will also be a late night.
No noises come from Tom’s/Sara’s room and the lights are off. Finn’s door opens and I meet his gaze. He smirks and closes his door.
“Finn,” I chastise.
He shrugs and leans against the wall. “She’s okay with it.”
I shake my head. “The guy gets two nights at most with Sara. We’ve had her all week.” Multiple times. “Give him tonight. You can creep on them tomorrow night.”
Finn narrows his eyes. “Since when are you the sex police?”
I step toward him and tap my water bottle against his bare chest. “Since we’re all fucking Sara. She already took each of us three times after she took Drew the same. Who knows how many more times he’ll fuck her tonight. But she doesn’t need you fucking up her sleep.”
“I’m getting better at not waking her up.” He grins but I shake my head.
“Not tonight.” I glance at the door. Maybe a bigger bed would be better. I rub my jaw.
Wyatt steps out of his room and seems surprised to find both of us hovering in the hallway. His face clears and he nods toward the office door, walking that way.
Finn and I follow into the office and shut the door.
“Theo texted.” Wyatt leans against the desk. “The email was sent using a VPN, but it appears to have come from a port city.”
“You think Tom took a boat?” Finn laughs. “Doesn’t that asshole get seasick?”
