Another visit from "You-know-who."

I groan, shut the laptop, push it aside, and lay my head to the desk.  The wood is still warm from the heat left behind, pulling me into a relaxed, contented state of, ‘Finally, I’m gonna get some rest!’

“Yo DC!” The dark voice startles me and the kick to my chair has my head bouncing across the smooth surface as it moves about twelve inches to the right. I groan. 

Again.

“Go away, Bari. A girl needs her beauty sleep.” I’m ignoring him, refuse to lift my head, and hope he gets the hint.  Surely he remembers when he tried to do the same with her.

A breath of warm air at my temple causes hair to tickle across my face.  “Awe, DC.  Are you tired?”

I nod; the only sound is my head rubbing across the waxed wood.

“You want to sleep?  Relax?  Take a breather?”

Again with the nod, I turn my head to snuggle in my arms.

“Well…in that case –”

My brow lifts, but my eyes stay shut.  Has Bari developed some manners? A conscious?  My chest swells with pride and adoration. This man has finally made peace with him –

“Well, too fucking bad!” His voice booms through the room and my head is now falling forward as air rushes beneath me.  My eyes snap wide and the room spins as my equilibrium is tossed, just as Bari has done with my body.

“For the love of…Put. Me. Down, Bari!”

His laugh is the only answer.

Bari shifts, my squeak an answer to the pitch and angle to which my senses are being tossed. He side cradles the chair, walks out of my office, and on down the stairs.

“I’m feeling a very Magic Mike type of moment here, Bari.”

He chuckles low and bounds down the bottom steps.  “Get your head out of the gutter, DC and focus here.”

Focus?  Focus?!  Now?

I swallow, widening my eyes as I watch the smooth ripple of his chest bunch and release with each shift in his body.  To carry me around in a chair has to be straining.  I mean, after all, the chair is heavy.

Bari steps outside and promptly sets the chair down on my deck. I blink at the sun, my eyes stinging from the bright light. 

“What the hell is that?”

Bari snorts.  “The sun, DC; for crying out loud, get your head in gear.”

My vision adjusts and I find myself sitting out in daylight, fresh air hitting my lungs, in front of a small table.  Ummmmmm?

As if my question was anticipated, Tyler steps outside with my laptop and sets it in front of me, on the damn table.  I scowl at them both.  Then at the laptop.

“Shit isn’t going to write itself, DC.”  Bari taps the top of the laptop.  “Get to work.”

“But I don’t wanna!  I’m so tired!”  My voice sounds whiny, even to my own ears.

“Tough.  Shit.”  Bari opens the laptop and pushes the power button.

I sit back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest.  “You.  You caused this, Bari.”

He looks incredulous.  “I did?  How in the hell do you figure, D.C.”

My nose wrinkles at his tone.  “Because your ass talks too much. If you’d just shut up…”

A flash of color across his skin snaps my mouth shut. Tyler’s sexy chuckle – good God that man has a voice – pulls my attention to him.

Messy sheets.

Sweaty nights.

Caressing nips.

Tyler sets something down next to my laptop.

Mocha Frappuccino’s.

“Oh, you’re a God.  Thank you!”  I reach for it and greedily start to drink. 

“Well actually,” Tyler begins.

“She knows who the fuck you are, Bro.  Come on.  Focus!” Bari pushes the laptop closer and pats – actually PATS – my head, before turning to head down the steps.

“Good, DC.  Good.  Mike is waiting, DC.  Get to writing.”

In my mind my tongue sticks out in a childish gesture that I know is far too immature for all my years of living. 

“I saw that,” he laughs over his shoulder and they both disappear around the corner. 

I glance down at the laptop and set aside the chocolaty drink.  Well since I’m here….