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“Wait,” I said to her.

She stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“May I use your restroom?”

She turned her head enough to let me see the confused furrow of her brow. “It’s your house. Knock yourself out. ”

If beating off angrily over her pretty little vanity sink could be considered knocking myself out, I sure as hell did.

I palmed my stiff cock through my shorts. It was thick and throbbing with need. I pulled it out, looking around for anything, any sign of Ro in the bathroom.

I used her lotion, even grabbed a bottle of her shampoo, smelling it while I gripped my rigid shaft, giving it a few half-hearted tugs before fully committing to the sad, angst fueled jerk off session. It didn’t take much before I was jacking off with gusto, eyes closed, taking deep breaths, hand pumping my dick in a hard and steady rhythm. I had a crystal clear picture of her spectacular body in my head as I spurted my viscous frustration into the air.

I found her in the kitchen eating some sort of premade ice cream cup I hadn’t seen before. She was slowly taking my kitchen over with her preferred foods, and I always had to try them when I saw a new one.

“What flavor is that? Can I try it?”

“No,” she said, no hesitation.

“I want to try it,” I cajoled.

She shook her head, looking like a smug little brat. “It’s just vanilla,” she told me.

“Just vanilla?” I exclaimed. “That’s such a disservice to the flavor of vanilla. Everyone loves vanilla flavored anything.”

“I’m basically the human equivalent of vanilla,” she said wryly. “No one is clamoring for a Ro flavored anything.”

I couldn’t help it. She’d walked right into this one. “I beg to differ. No one is a strong term.”

She studied me with narrowed eyes for a moment, rolled them, and went outside without another word.

Huh. No comeback Ro was a new experience.

I ran into Iris on my way to the pool. She was coming inside, and I was right at the back door. I’d just gotten a look at Ro and what she’d done as soon as she rejoined her evil friends. She was practically naked again.

“She was supposed to keep her hat and cover up on,” I said almost absently but with no little frustration.

“You seem to have taken an unholy interest in your new assistant,” Iris said like it was the most delightful thing she’d ever seen.

My eyes widened in horror as I studied my closest friend’s dime of a wife. She was shapely, blond, and drop dead gorgeous. The definition of a bombshell. She also happened to be a literal genius. And an actual evil mastermind. “You! You’re planning something, aren’t you? Plotting again.” A terrifying thought struck me. “You’re doing it to me, aren’t you? Whatever you did to Dair.”

“What did I do to Dair?”

“Brainwashed him into believing in love.”

She moved toward me suddenly, eyes narrowing, a sharp finger jabbing into my chest. “Brainwashing is what turned you off of love. Maybe you’re just getting a much needed reprogramming.”

I warded her off with my hands, giving her a wide berth as I maneuvered around her and stepped outside. “Stop it! Begone, thot! My head is not your playground!”

I left her laughing behind me as I made my way to Ro. If my stubborn assistant wouldn’t behave, I’d just have to stick closer to her.

She was in the water with several other women, and I moved in right beside her like she’d been saving me a spot.

She hadn’t, I was just more willing to crowd her than anyone else. Personal space was taking a vacation until she was dressed and sober again.

She had a plastic cup in her hands and when she was listening to some crazy story Frankie was telling, I took it from her and set it down on the side of the pool.

Without comment, she found it and picked it up again, taking a long drink.