“Finally,” she said, not looking up from her tablet. “I ordered that an hour ago. You took the scenic route?”
The backyard was an oasis: fairy lights strung over a saltwater pool, the air thick with night-blooming jasmine. And on a chaise lounge, half in shadow, sat a woman who looked like she’d just stepped out of a Tom Ford ad. milf pizza boy
Nora sat back down, this time leaving space beside her. “Consider it hazard pay. My husband travels for work. Nine months of the year. Leaves a woman… parched.” She tilted her head, watching him sip the water. “In more ways than one.” “Finally,” she said, not looking up from her tablet
“Keep the change,” she said, handing him the glass. Their fingers brushed. Her skin was cool, expensive-lotion soft. And on a chaise lounge, half in shadow,
Leo looked at his phone. Three texts from his boss: WHERE R U . He silenced it, shoved it in his pocket, and toed off his sneakers.
And as Leo sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his legs into the cool water, watching this woman glide toward him with the hunger of someone who hadn’t been touched in months, he realized he’d never make that recording studio money delivering pizzas the usual way.
“That’s… a lot,” Leo said. “The tip, I mean.”