66 - Rosie

*You have furniture in the bedroom? Going to put anything else in the house? Or just hang out there? Smart thinking man! – Rosie*
*You working today*
Chuckling, Rosie read the message again, this time her inner voice switched over to Darkness’ deep baritone.
*You working today?*
“Punctuation, dude,” she muttered as she replied, “punctuation makes a difference.”
*Nope. It’s my Saturday off. What’s up?*
After hitting the send button, she tucked her phone back into her back pocket and stepped up to the counter. She smiled at the middle-aged man working the pharmacy counter as he looked at her just expecting her to know the process. Thankfully, she did.
“Hi, I need to pick up a prescription for Roseanne Chapman.”
“Date of birth?” he asked as he typed her name into the computer.
She gave her birthdate and wondered why he worked in retail if he couldn’t even smile. He walked over and dug through the bin before returning to the counter and scanning it into the computer.
“You have a co-pay of $45, did you want to get that also?”
“Yes, please,” she placed her little hand basket on the counter, and he scanned and bagged her few items.
Considering his attitude, she was surprised that he didn’t recoil at the package of tampons. He gave her the total as he dropped the handbasket behind the counter. She ran her card before tucking it back into her back pocket as her phone vibrated in the other.
The man behind the counter grabbed her receipt and put it in the bag with her birth control, tampons, panty liners and new bottle of her favorite perfume. Beaming at the man, she thanked him for his assistance and wished him a good day.
Determined not to let him ruin her day, she walked away and let the next person step up and deal with the oh-so-charming pharmacy employee. Stopping on her way out, she used the tester to spritz her pressure points and then herself in general with their bottle of perfume. She loved the soft floral scent, and it was soft enough that she could even wear it to work.
She went out to her little sports car and pulled out her phone as she slid behind the wheel. February in southern Louisiana meant that the weather could be anything from freezing to low eighties. Today it was warm enough that she was in a T-shirt and light jacket. But it was also cool enough that she was in thick jeans.
Opening her phone, she saw the new message from Darkness and could not help but think that the man was so far deep in over his head that it was nothing less than adorable.
*Need help with surprise for Cam*
Grinning, she replied that she was in. Almost immediately, an address popped up on the screen. She knew the area and knew that she would have to pass a Starbucks to get there.
“Oh, darn,” she muttered to herself as she replied with a thumbs-up emoji and then opened her Starbucks app to place a pick-up order. She knew Darkness well enough to know what he would want. Decaf Caffe Americano, plain and black. She added his and then picked her much more complicated latte.
Cranking the engine, she knew that she was going to give into her PMS craving and hit the McDonalds that was between the pharmacy and Starbucks. Salt. Sweet. Caffeine. That is what she would live on for the next week or so. And other than a few brothers who would not care that she was bleeding, she would be relegated to blow jobs.
For the most part, she enjoyed giving blow jobs just as much as she enjoyed being railed. There were a few brothers that she tried to avoid giving any oral to, but others had her salivating. Gator was one of them that she would sink to her knees with a simple motion or crook of his finger. And when his wife was away, he would return the favor. Her thighs clinched as she thought about the president going down on her earlier that morning.
“Not the time, Rosie,” she muttered to herself as she pulled into McDonald’s drive through. Thankfully, there was no one else in line as she pulled up and placed her order. Even though she was about to get coffee, she ordered herself a soda also.
Within minutes, she had a greasy cheeseburger, salty fries, carbonated caffeine and freshly brewed caffeine. She was eating the fries straight from the bag as she headed towards the address that Darkness had sent.
Rosie pulled into the driveway of the cottage. At first, she wasn’t sure she had the right place but then saw the custom bike. Parking her little sports car, she slid out and made her way into the house.
It was a cute little cottage style house with a driveway and detached garage on the side and a paver walk leading to the small porch. Of course, the whole building was small, a large porch would seem out of place.
As she stepped up onto the porch, she noticed that the front door was slightly open. Since her hands were full of drinks and a brown paper bag, Rosie was grateful that the door had been left open for her. Bumping the door she entered the small house.
The subfloors were bare in the front room and a set of sawhorses were set up in the center of the room. A piece of plywood sat over them and a miter saw, at least she thought it was a miter saw, sat on the makeshift table. Crown molding and other trim pieces were propped up in the corner.
“Darkness?”
“Kitchen.” He called back and it was easy to find him.
She walked into the small kitchen, and he stood up from where he had been installing the new faucet in the kitchen sink. “Hey. This is cute.”
“Want the grand tour?” He grinned as she handed him his coffee and then offered one of her cheeseburgers.
“Yes!” she realized that she said that with a little too much excitement.
“Kitchen. Informal dining. Laundry.” He pointed to different areas of the same room. Then he led her back into the living room. “Living room. Formal dining. Media center. Library. Sitting room. Lounge. Foyer.”
Rosie couldn’t help but smile at him as he showed her the side that she was seeing more and more often now. Not for the first time, she thought that the couple was good for each other.
Obviously, the kitchen was only one room. But he was exaggerating the size. A small laugh escaped as she thought that the overexaggeration of the small size was a typical man thing.
Walking down the short hall with exposed subfloors and bare sheetrock that had not even been taped yet. He pointed to the only bathroom, “Powder room. Guest bath. Master bath.”
Pointing into the bedroom at the front of the house, he continued. “Home office. Guest room. Possibly a gym.”
A light giggle slipped out. “I didn’t realize there was this much in here. It looks like a small house from the outside.”
“I know.” He opened the door to the second bedroom. “Master bedroom. Dungeon. Pleasure palace.”
This was the only room that was close to being finished. The trim was cut and sat in the corner much like the pieced in the front of the house. Customized, and probably handmade, wooden curtain rods and holders were hung above the two windows.
“Oh, Darkness.” She ran her hand along the tall, padded bench at the end of the bed. “This is beautiful. She’s going to love it.”
“I hope so. I was thinking of light gray walls and ceiling, and that wall behind the bed, sage green. I think that’s what the color is called. Of course, you see the tiles are cream and gray marble-.”
“Darkness, honey, you’re rambling.”
“Sorry, I just want it to be perfect for her.”
“You’re doing this for Camille?”
“Yes.”
It was a muttered whisper that she barely heard. When Rosie really looked at him, she realized that he looked embarrassed. And his dark cheeks had a slight blush on them.
“Oh, honey. It’ll be perfect. Because it’s from you.”
She watched as Darkness relaxed. “Thanks.”
“Anytime. Now, tell me why I’m here.”
“I need sheets and blankets and pillows.” He waved his arm at the bed. “If it were just me, I’d just pick some and be done. But…”
“You want it to be perfect.”
“Yeah.”
“OK. So, is that a king?”
“It’s an ultra-king. I have a website that makes bedding shit for it. There’s a few I think she’ll like…”
“You’re rambling again.” She gave a small laugh. “Send me the address. I promise, I won’t let you down.” Stepping over, she hugged him and kissed his cheek.
Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her back. “Thanks, Rosie.”