Page 23 of The Maid

"Prepare to get your ass kicked by a girl, Greg." She said to a local news anchor who was on the opposing team, as she sauntered up the lane and launched her ball. Gun couldn't help but smile as he watched her from behind. She bent and twisted her body while she waited for the ball to travel down the lane as if her movements would move the ball left or right.

She jumped up and down. "Strike!"

"Damn it!" Greg huffed across from Gun. "She's good."

"She's really good," Gun agreed.

"You bragging about me?" Addie said as she walked by and sat down next to him.

"Why'd you think I made sure you played on my team?"

"So, you two? You've known each other for a long time?" Jasmine, a well-known local restaurateur, who Gun had been trying to date for years, asked.

"Sort of. I met her years ago and then we lost touch," he said, and looked to his right and caught sight of Addie laughing at something some of the other member of the team were saying. It was as if she'd known these people for years.

"Well, next time I think I want her on my team," Greg said with a smirk that Gun did not at all appreciate. Jealousy was not an emotion he ever felt, yet in the last week and a half he'd felt an all-consuming jealousy whenever there were men within two feet of Addie.

Addie stood and asked, "Anyone want a beer?" Those that heard her shook their heads 'no' and went back to talking.

"I'll go with you," Gun said.

"I got it. Stay here with your friends," she said as she tried to squeeze through the small crowd and all the chairs. Ignoring her, he stood and followed her to the bar, but he took her hand and led her to the back of the bowling alley and to the bathroom.

"Hey! Wha—what are you doing?"

"I need you."

"Gunther. There's a room full of people right over there."

"That's why I came to this bathroom all the way over here."

"Still. No. Not only because the people that are just outside the door but because we are not going to start having sex."

"We already had sex."

"I know. I told you, it was a moment of temporary insanity. You made me so angry I lost my mind. It's not going to happen again. I thought I was clear that I didn't want to be anything but friends with you."

"Your words are clear, but your little touches and smiles say something else."

He took a step closer to her. "I don't want to be pushy, even if I'm not above begging. If you want me to stop, I'll stop. But I'd like to remind you how well I know your body and how good it can be between us. It doesn't have to lead into a relationship, if that's what you're afraid of. It can just be two people giving into pleasure."

He was so close now that she couldn't think clearly. His scent, the way his breath tickled her neck, the sexual energy that buzzed between them—nothing had changed in ten years. She wanted him, that wasn't in question. But wanting him and actually giving into the need, jeopardizing her career…was it worth it? "It would be irresponsible. It's crazy, Gun." She heard the breathy way she said it.

"Not crazier than when you blew me in the living room, while my parents' were playing canasta in the next room."

"That was hot," she admitted, and he said the words and her thoughts went back to that day. Even now, it made her wet to think about it. Maybe she was one of those people who enjoyed the danger of being caught. The danger. There was a definite pattern and something she'd never experienced with any lover. Also, she trusted Gun. In her gut, she knew he wouldn't let them get caught or have her feel embarrassed and he'd do anything to make sure of that.

"Exactly." He unzipped her shorts and pushed them down to her knees together with her panties.

She turned around and he pushed her torso down. "Hands on the door."

There was fumbling behind and then he was inside of her. She tried not to scream but she was sure moans and groans escaped her lips at some point. "I always give in."

"Because you know we're good together. Now, shhh…You don't want anyone to hear us, right? Play with your clit," he said as he pushed into her over and over. "This is gonna be quick, but I need you to come first."

And she did. It was fast, mostly because it seemed as if the sneaking around was still a major turn on.

"Can we have a picture of you two?" The hired photographer asked as soon as they got back to the game.