The Sun in My Eyes

48 Every Shadow Disappearing into Dawn

"I don't understand how shrivelling my dick is gonna help anything."

She snorted. "An inch of shrinkage isn't going to make a dent in that thing. You'll be fine."

He beamed with pride at that. "Tell me more about how big it is."

"No!" she laughed and shoved him playfully. "Swerve!"

"Finnnnne." He checked on Isla again and then headed for the bathroom. "It's not going to work."

It worked. Dammit, she was right. Just a couple minutes under the shockingly cool water seemed to reset his system. He left his work outfit on the bathroom floor, as it smelled of coffee and despair, and wrapped a towel around himself. "I'm naked," he called out. "Keep your eyes to yourself, you pervert."

Her laugh chased him into his bedroom, where he quickly shuffled into a pair of navy sweatpants and returned to the living room.

Lili's bronze cheeks turned a violent magenta and she spun away from him. "Oh my god, put on a shirt, like!"

"Lil, you've seen me shirtless. And we've had lots of sex. We literally just spoke about my glorious stauner."

"Well, it's different now! I won't be able to focus if you're half naked."

He'd never heard her sound so flustered. It was adorable. "Alright, alright. Let me retire to my bedchamber and switch to my lounging finery." He dug around in his closet and eventually came back into the room and spun around. "Better?"

Lili's deep sigh told him it wasn't much better.

"What? You don't like leopard print?" He stared down at his silky leopard print shorts and matching beltless robe. "My nipples are thoroughly covered."

She didn't want to laugh. He could tell she didn't, but it crept up on her, and she growled. "You're impossible."

"May I point out that the letters in impossible spell out, 'I'm possible?'"

"Well, I can tell the shower worked. You're back on your nonsense."

He grinned at her. "The Earl of Extra-shire is here, baby."

She eyed his leopard print robe. "More like the Pimp of Extra-shire." She gestured to one of his wobbly kitchen chairs. "Have a seat, my lord."

He walked with a haughty pimp stride and planted himself in the chair, but nearly went arse over teakettle when the unstable thing swayed to the left. "Might be time to have the servants replace that," he muttered.

She shook her head as she settled into her chair, much more gently than he had. "Alright." She slid on her black-framed glasses and popped open her laptop. "I made a list of everything that needs to be worked on. Let's fix a pressing issue right now, which is the website. Do you know how to log into it?"

"Um, yeah, I think I have the info on my phone..." He searched his notes until he found them, and handed the phone over.

She quickly logged into the website and typed for a few moments, her gaze intent on the screen, and he marvelled at her. How was she so fun sometimes and so laser focused at other times?

"Alright," she said. "I removed the option and hid the page."

"How do you even know how to do this stuff?"

"Jack of all-trades, master of few, I guess. Also, Google." She looked at the list beside her. "Next step is to get into the company email. Craft a generic apology letter, explaining that a glitch caused the site to list a service you don't yet provide. Thank them for their interest in it and let them know that you will be refunding their money in full and shipping them three free cupcakes and a coupon for a free coffee or tea, as an apology."