”“And stop calling me Mistress!”“Sorry, master, I mean, Melissa. It’s just that he leaves today!”“We’ll see him again soon.”“Okay,...” I pouted, and I went to kiss her. She pulled my head back by my hair right before our lips touched. “What did you say?” she demanded.“Yes.”“Yes what?”I swallowed hard, and said, “Yes, Master.”“Mmm, I kinda like that.” She pulled my hair harder, and spat the word out again into my face, “Master.”“Yes, Master,” I moaned out again in my effeminate voice.My wife made. ’ Melissa couldn’t agree. She remembered the effortless way he’d plucked her up from the driveway when she’d fallen, had felt the rock hard muscles of his abdomen when he’d held her in Charlie’s bedroom. No, he was frighteningly fit already. She looked at his spread-eagled body then at the battered couch. ‘Maybe I should sleep on the settee,’ she suggested, biting her lip. ‘I’m not as tall as–‘ ‘Don’t even think about it,’ Matt interrupted firmly, sitting up. ‘I’ll be fine.’ He rose to his feet. “Nice one!”The morons fell for it. And those were guys that saw me every day. A sense of relief flushed over Rock as he smiled, and nodded back before opening the car door for me. Test one passed, and I was a ‘nice one’.You would think it would’ve been an awkward car ride but not us. Rock and I pulled off jokes and capers our whole life and we were locked in. It was like two Navy Seals on a stealth mission. We game-planned and talked about his family. A military dad strict as can be, a hot. ‘I’ll get some water.’ Andrew gathered the dishes on the table and carried them to the sink. Grabbing two glasses, he filled them from the filtered water dispenser and carried them back to the table. He smiled again at me as we sat back down. ‘What?’ ‘Oh, nothing. I was just thinking.’ ‘What?’ ‘Nothing. Here.’ He sprayed some whipped cream over the strawberries and held one up for me. I parted my lips and took it from his fingers, tasting the sweet cream and then biting down on the strawberry.