Morning Plans and New Faces

The morning sun filtered through the thin kitchen curtains, casting a warm glow over the small space. Anna sat on Tim’s lap at the table, her bare legs dangling as she leaned into him, her arms loosely draped around his neck. The heatwave that had gripped Silverton for days left her in just a thin tank top and a pair of Tim’s boxers, her skin slightly sticky from the humidity. Tim, shirtless in his sweatpants, had one arm around her waist, the other holding a mug of coffee. They were chatting quietly, their voices soft, a mix of exhaustion and contentment from the wild night before.

“So, you really think we can make this a regular thing?” Anna asked, her voice playful but with a hint of uncertainty. She tilted her head, her green eyes searching his face. “I mean… last night was intense, but it worked. I still can’t believe how much I made.”

Tim grinned, his thumb rubbing small circles on her hip. “Hell yeah, we can. You were a fucking natural, babe. And I… well, I survived,” he said, his tone teasing, though there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—last night had tested him in ways he hadn’t expected.

Anna smirked, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “Barely,” she teased, her lips brushing his skin. “I saw how hard you were gripping that table.”Before Tim could reply, the kitchen door creaked open, and Mark shuffled in, looking half-asleep. His dark hair was a mess, his t-shirt wrinkled, and he moved with the sluggishness of someone who’d stayed up too late. He didn’t seem to notice Anna and Tim at first, heading straight for the coffee pot on the counter. He poured himself a mug, the dark liquid steaming, and took a couple of sips, his eyes half-closed. Only then did he turn, leaning against the counter, and his gaze landed on Anna.

She stood up from Tim’s lap to grab a glass of water, her barely-there outfit catching the light—her tank top clinging to her curves, the boxers riding low on her hips. Mark’s eyes widened slightly, his tiredness fading as a slow grin spread across his face. “Well, damn. Morning, star,” he said, his voice low and rough from sleep. “You’re making it real hard to focus with that heatwave look.”

Anna rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. “Morning, Mark,” she replied, her tone dry as she filled her glass.“It’s too hot for clothes, okay?”

Mark chuckled, taking another sip of coffee. “Not complaining. Just saying—if this is your new uniform, your streams are gonna break the internet.” He winked, his grin widening.

Tim shot him a look, his jaw tightening slightly, but he didn’t say anything, his hand resting on the table as he watched the exchange. Anna sat back on his lap, her expression a mix of amusement and mild irritation at Mark’s flirting.

Mark set his mug down, crossing his arms as his tone shifted to something more serious, though his eyes still held a playful glint. “Speaking of streams, I gotta say—I’m proud of you, Anna. Last night was a fucking hit. Of course I watched your stream yesterday. It was especially hot when you were sucking", Mark said in his usual cocky way, remind Anna about what happened on the roof."You’ve got a real talent for this webcam thing. The way those tokens were pouring in? You’re a natural.”

Anna blushed slightly, surprised by his sincerity. “Thanks, Mark,” she said, her voice softer. “It felt… good. Scary, but good.”

Mark nodded, his expression genuine for once. “I’m glad. But let’s not forget—this is work, star. If you wanna keep climbing, you’re gonna need some tools. That red lingerie was a good start, but you’ll need more. Some sexy sets, maybe a few toys to spice things up. Viewers eat that shit up.” He smirked, adding, “Unless Tim’s hiding a couple of vibrators in the shop I don’t know about.”

Anna snorted, covering her mouth as she laughed, while Tim groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fuck off, Mark,” he muttered, though there was a **** smirk tugging at his lips.

Mark grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Just saying, man. Gotta keep the audience hooked.” He turned to Tim, his tone shifting to something more casual. “How you holding up, dude? You good after last night? That was… a lot.”

Tim’s expression darkened slightly, his jaw clenching as he remembered the mix of arousal and jealousy he’d felt watching Anna perform. But he nodded, his voice steady. “I’m fine,” he said, his hand tightening on Anna’s waist. “It was… intense, but I’m good.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, studying him for a moment, then shrugged. “Fair enough. You got the day off today?”

Tim nodded again. “Yeah. No shop today.”

Mark’s eyes lit up with an idea. “Perfect. Why don’t you two hit the shops? Anna made a killing last night—she can afford to splurge. Get some new lingerie, maybe a toy or two. Keep the momentum going.” He glanced at Anna, adding, “You’re on a roll, star. Don’t let it slip.”

Anna bit her lip, considering his words. As much as Mark’s teasing annoyed her, he had a point. She’d made enough last night to cover rent for the month and then some, and investing in her new career made sense. “That’s… not a bad idea,” she admitted, nodding slowly. “But we don’t really know the city yet. I wouldn’t even know where to start looking.”

Tim’s expression shifted, a sudden thought crossing his mind. “Kira,” he said, almost to himself, then louder, “Kira would know.”

Anna’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing. “Kira?” she repeated, her voice sharp with suspicion. “Who the hell is Kira?”

Tim blinked, realizing his mistake as he saw the storm brewing in Anna’s eyes. “She’s… uh, a friend from the shop,” he said quickly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s into bikes, hangs out at the garage sometimes. You’d like her—she’s cool. Dresses like a Japanese schoolgirl, all anime vibes. If anyone knows where to buy stuff like that, it’s her.”

Anna’s frown deepened, her arms crossing over her chest as she slid off his lap, standing with her hands on her hips. “A Japanese schoolgirl? Really, Tim?” she said, her tone dripping with skepticism. “And how exactly do you know her well enough to say I’d like her?”

Tim winced, sensing the brewing argument. “She’s just… I mean, she’s around the shop a lot. Her family’s friends with my uncle Conor—he’s my boss. That’s how I know her. She’s nice, Anna. I swear, you two would get along. She’s a total sweetheart.”

Anna’s lips pressed into a thin line, her jealousy flaring. She didn’t like the idea of Tim being so casual about another girl, especially one who sounded so… quirky. But before she could respond, Tim pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “I’ll call her. She’s probably free today. We can all go together.”

Anna’s eyes widened, her voice rising slightly. “You have her number?” she asked, her tone sharp with accusation. “Since when do you have some random girl’s number, Tim?”

Tim froze, his thumb hovering over the call button as he realized he’d just dug himself a deeper hole. “It’s not like that, babe,” he said quickly, his voice pleading. “It’s just for work stuff. She’s always at the shop with her bikes, and her family’s friends with Uncle Conor. He’s my boss, Anna. That’s how I got it.”

Anna crossed her arms tighter, her glare unrelenting. “Work stuff, huh? Sure, Tim. Sounds real professional.”

Mark, who had been sipping his coffee and watching the exchange with growing amusement, finally let out a loud sigh, setting his mug down with a clink. “Alright, lovebirds, I’m out,” he said, raising his hands as he backed toward the door. “You two can sort out your little soap opera without me. I’ve had enough drama for one morning.” He smirked, adding, “Just don’t kill each other before you buy the toys. I wanna see what you pick out, star.”

Anna shot him a glare, but Mark was already gone, the kitchen door swinging shut behind him. She turned back to Tim, her expression still stormy as he pressed the call button, lifting the phone to his ear. “Hey, Kira,” he said when she picked up, his voice overly casual. “You free today? Me and Anna wanted to hit some shops—y’know, for… uh, some stuff. Lingerie, maybe some… other things. You know where to go?”

Anna stood there, her arms still crossed, her foot tapping impatiently as she listened to him talk. The way he said Kira’s name—like they were old friends—made her stomach twist with jealousy. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, but her mind was racing. Who the hell is this girl? And why is he so comfortable with her?

Tim finished the call, setting the phone down with a relieved smile. “She’s in,” he said, looking at Anna. “She knows a couple of spots downtown. We can meet her in an hour.”

Anna didn’t return his smile, her voice icy as she spoke. “Great,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “So, let me get this straight. You’ve got some anime schoolgirl’s number because of… bikes? And your uncle? You’re not making any sense, Tim.”

Tim sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “I told you, it’s not like that,” he said, his voice softer. “Her family’s friends with Uncle Conor—he’s my boss. She hangs out at the shop, helps with bikes. That’s it, Anna. It’s all above board, I swear.”

Anna huffed, turning away to grab her glass of water, her movements sharp with irritation. “Sure, Tim. Whatever you say,” she muttered, taking a sip. She didn’t understand half of his explanation—bikes, uncles, shops—it all sounded like a jumbled mess. But one thing was clear: she didn’t like this Kira already. I’ll figure out who she is myself, she thought, her jaw tightening. If she’s as “sweet” as he says, I’ll see for myself.

Tim stood up, stepping closer to her, his hands raised in surrender. “Babe, come on,” he said, his voice softer. “Don’t be mad. Let’s just go, okay? You’ll see—she’s cool. You’ll like her.”

Anna didn’t respond, setting her glass down with a little more **** than necessary. She headed to the bedroom to change, her mind still buzzing with suspicion. Tim followed, grabbing a t-shirt from the chair, and they got ready in tense silence. A few minutes later, they stepped out of the house, the morning heat already oppressive as they headed to meet Kira—and whatever answers she might bring.

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