Chapter 4The day promised to be another scorcher, the sun glaring through the east-facing windows in the kitchen. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, Sasha moved from the refrigerator to the counter to the stove, tossing the chopped up vegetables into the waiting frying pan. She didn’t get to cook that often anymore. She missed it. Breakfasts on the weekend were a treat for both her and Scott; he got to sleep in a little bit longer, and she got to putz around in the kitchen. Everybody won.
She smiled to herself as the familiar phrase reminded her of the previous night. She had left Adam and Scott in bed, exhausted from their night of f*****g. It had been tempting to see if she could wake Adam up with a blow job, but after their last round around four, he had complained good-naturedly of how
