RF Arousal Ch 3

It’s quiet.

Adella refocuses on Riley. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

That’s a mature and appropriate thing to say. Riley, distracted, stalls out. She clears her throat. “Um, OK. OK, fine. It’s fine. It’s a misunderstanding. I’m just really stressed. I’m sorry I got pissed. You guys heard that, right? Swear to god, if it’s more paparazzi I’m gonna crash out.”

Hana touches Riley’s arm. “You know there are ways to relieve stress, right?”

Riley stares at her. “Are you serious right now?”

“No. I’m trying to lighten the mood.”

Adella snorts and looms over Hana. “And you were going to get in my way?”

“Whatever. You’re in my way.” Hana squares up to her fearlessly. “You never had a chance, Adella. She’s so wet for me right now, you have no idea.”

Hana’s being funny, but Riley is not in the mood. She puts her face in her hands and groans.

“OK, you little,” Adella begins, but Hana cuts her off.

“What? Little what?” Hana plants her hands on her hips.

“Little chiquita.”

“That’s redundant!”

“What?”

“Oh my god, just take the L, Jeff Fassero.”

“Who?”

“Oh my god.” Hana gestures toward Riley and gives Adella a maddeningly obnoxious look. “Because you just struck out. Do they not have baseball in Spain?”

“Can you both be quiet for a sec?” Riley asks, stepping off the path and peering through some branches. “I think someone might be in trouble.”

“You’ll be in trouble next time we have a match,” Adella promises Hana, who laughs defiantly.

“No one cockblocks me and lives,” she says with a hair toss.

Adella reaches out and messes up Hana’s hair.

“Hey!”

Riley ignores that and pushes through some foliage. “Hello?” She enters a clearing and stops to listen, turning at faint sounds. “Hello?” she repeats, growing increasingly certain that it is paparazzi. If someone got audio of her losing her shit back there, the next week is going to be rough. She sighs deeply, then jumps as Adella touches her shoulder.

“Are you OK?”

“What? Yeah. I heard someone over here. Sounds like they ran off, but I don’t know. I don’t know,” Riley repeats, rubbing her face. “Can you two stop being weird? This FUTA stuff is the most stressful thing ever. I’m not horny.”

“OK,” Adella says with a nod, and the look in her eyes makes Riley blush and look away. After a moment, Riley smiles.

“Were you really thinking I was gonna do it in the woods?” she asks.

Adella takes a deep breath, then turns and points. “There’s a house there, not far away. It has nice patio furniture.”

Riley scans Adella’s face for any sign that she’s joking. “You wanted to fuck me on some stranger’s patio?”

Adella meets her gaze, and there’s that smirk again. “I still want to.”

“Oh my god.” Riley pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Don’t forget me. I saw her first,” Hana says, trying to fix her hair.

“Well, I can’t help it now. What happens when some stranger sees us boning—no, I’m sorry—a crazy threesome,” Riley amends, smiling at Hana, “Outside their living room window?”

“The house is Annette’s,” Adella says, as though that’s an answer to the question.

Riley is blank. “Who? What? So?”

“You know? The blonde who runs all this?” Hana asks. “Kinda a MILF. Right?” she looks to Adella for confirmation.

Adella wiggles one hand. “I’ve seen worse. And I don’t think she has kids.”

“Wait, so you don’t just want to trespass and do public indecency, you want to trespass and do public indecency at our boss’s house?” Riley demands. She’s getting mad again.