Page 148 of Stanton Unconditional

“Hmm, you mean the one I am just about to cut off as an optional extra,” she whispers as she looks around in annoyance.

“Or suck,” I whisper back as I lean in and kiss her cheek. “No. Not happening, no sucking tonight, Stanton,” she

smirks as she takes a seat.

“We’ll see,” I smile.

We wait for our coffee in silence, her phone is on the table and beeps a message at the same time she goes to get the coffees from the counter. I read it, it’s from someone called Jes.

I’m at the gym and haven’t seen you for forever.

I’m coming over to yours tonight.

She comes back and sits down with our coffees. “Jes messaged you and she’s coming over tonight,” I remark as I take my coffee from her hand.

“Huh?” She frowns as she looks at her phone.

“Your friend Jes texted.”

She snatches the phone from the table as she sits and reads the message. “Huh, so she is, fancy that.” She takes a large gulp of her coffee and then spits it onto the table.

“Fucking fish face makes the coffee too fucking hot,” she snaps as she grabs a napkin and wipes her mouth.

I laugh out loud. “Fish face, who is fish face?”

“The idiot behind the counter who looks like a fish,” she stammers with the napkin over her face as she looks around in embarrassment.

I can’t help it, I laugh out loud again.

“My tongue has third degree burns from that bitch,” she stammers. “Surely you don’t have to ask for coffee to be at a drinkable temperature, now do you?”

I shrug. “Mine’s fine.”

“Yes, well you’re good looking with a penis. We already know that,” she mutters as she wipes the table.

“What time is your friend coming over?” I ask. “Do I know her?”

Her eyes meet mine. “No, not really. I’m going to text her and tell her not to come. I want you to myself.”

She starts to text and I feel a contentment sweep over me as I lean back in my chair and drink my coffee. Bridget walks in and over to us.

“Don’t get the coffee unless you want a tongue transplant,” Natasha snaps as she keeps texting.

Bridget laughs. “Mmm, fish face to the rescue again hey.”

I raise my eyebrows as I smirk again. “You call her fish face as well?” I ask.

“With those silicone lips that title is well deserved,” Bridget mutters as she searches for her wallet in her handbag.

“Who are you texting?” Bridget asks Natasha.

“Umm, you know Jes, my girlfriend from work.” Bridget frowns.

“No.”

“Don’t worry then,” Natasha snaps as she puts her phone onto the table. She glares at Bridget.

“For God’s sake, go and tell her the coffee is too hot if it’s that much of an issue,” Bridget sighs.