Mitch arched an eyebrow as he nodded his head in appreciation. “A booty call arrangement. Those are always nice to have on the back burner.”
“To friends with benefits,” Karla said, as she held her glass up in a mock toast.
He clinked his glass against hers and they both drank. He didn’t need to know that, for her, the benefits better include something more tangible than a stiff c**k. “How about you?” she asked. “I’m assuming there isn’t a Mrs. Greenway pining away somewhere wondering where her husband is at this hour and with whom.”
“And if there was?” He grinned, mischievous and intoxicating all swirled together.
She shrugged. “Hey, whatever you have to do to have fun. The trick is not getting caught, right?”
“That’s an enlightened mindset,” he laughed. “I’m just kidding. I’m still a
