Page 33 of Sin Bin Daddies
Ford swears, yanking the nearest blanket over Brielle’s chest. She just blinks, still dazed, like this is the most normal interruption in the world.
I, however, bite back a fucking grin. Because this? This is so much better than I could’ve planned.
“Uh,” the blonde stammers, hands flailing. “I—I was taking out my trash and heard—” She gestures vaguely, face burning. “I thought someone was, uh, in trouble.”
Ford groans, running a hand down his face. “Fuck.”
“You didn’t lock the door?” I cut in, glancing at Ford. He swears under his breath. “I thought you locked it.”
“Obviously not,” I mutter.
“I was just trying to be a good neighbor!” she blurts, her voice high and mortified. “I thought someone was hurt… like, actually hurt…”
I tilt my head, fighting amusement. “Technically, someone was getting hurt. In a good way.”
Ford glares at me. I ignore him.
She makes a strangled noise, hands flying to her face. “I—I’m so sorry—fuck—I didn’t mean to—I just?—”
She slaps a hand over her eyes, spins so fast she nearly smacks into the doorframe, and bolts.
Silence.
Ford turns to me, deadpan. I burst out laughing.
“Fuck off,” he mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just—fuck off.”
“Oh, come on, that was priceless,” I grin, stretching lazily. “You think our neighbor’s ever gonna look us in the eye again?”
Ford groans. “Doubt she’ll ever look anyone in the eye again.”
Brielle, finally coming back to herself, lets out a breathy little laugh, adjusting the blanket around her shoulders. “Well, that was… unexpected.”
“Unexpected?” Ford repeats incredulously. “She looked like she just walked in on a goddamn crime scene.”
I snicker. “To be fair, we were in the middle of something intense.”
Ford shoots me a look that says not helping, but I just shrug, still grinning. This whole thing is too fucking good.
I almost wish I’d had a camera to capture her reaction. The poor thing looked absolutely scandalized.
Brielle stretches lazily, rolling her neck. “Maybe she’ll knock next time.”
Ford groans. “Or move the hell out.”
I tilt my head, considering. “Or—hear me out—she gets curious.”
Ford stares at me. “You’re the worst.”
I just grin. Because something tells me this isn’t the last time we’ll see our nosy little neighbor. And I, for one, can’t fucking wait.
Ford scrubs a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. His jaw tightens, eyes flicking toward the door like he’s replaying the last sixty seconds in his head.
We’re not exactly nobodies—our faces are all over the city, on game posters, even in the goddamn local news. If she recognized us, this could spread fast. His shoulders tense. “Do you think she saw who we were?”
Ms. Puck Bunny strokes his arm, her nails tracing light patterns over his skin. “No way,” she murmurs. “She was too flustered. Probably too shocked to process anything beyond the fact that she walked in on… this.”
Ford swallows hard. “Well, my boner is officially dead.”
