Chapter 18

Iris let herself in, pulling at her fingertips to take off the cotton gloves. She had been here a couple of times and knew her way around.

"Hello, Ma'am." Larry popped out of the kitchen to welcome her.

"I trust that you do not lack anything in this house," Iris said.

"No, we're good," Jake responded instead, bypassing the visitor he had been dying to see earlier.

Larry did not comment on the sudden switch in attitude. "I'll be in my room," he said.

"Were you not busy in the kitchen? Stay, we'll talk in my room," Jake insisted, his tone a little thick.

Iris followed Jake and waited by the bed while he shut the door. Her hands fumbled with her buttons as Jake sorted out the noise in his head. Quickly concluding, he turned towards the lady.

"I appreciate you taking time off your schedule to see me, but-" Jake's mind rebooted when his eyes fell on Iris. Her blouse glided down her waist.

'Don't end up like the last guy.' Apollo's advice began to shrink in Jake's head. He could swear