"So, hens night, stripper or no stripper?" Bianca asked as she walked into the house the next morning
"Pardon?" Brax questioned, raising an eyebrow at her
I chuckled and kissed his cheek… "No stripper, thank you"
"What? Why?" Bianca inquired
"When I've got my own personal stripper at home, why do I need to see another?" I asked
"Ugh, too much information" she proclaimed, her face creasing in disgust
Brax smirked at me as he stood up and kissed me softly… "I'm gonna head to the restaurant"
"Bye" I replied, smiling at him warmly as he walked past Bianca, kissing her cheek before grabbing his keys and leaving the house
"Now he's gone; you do want a stripper, right?" she questioned, sitting down at the kitchen table
"Have it your way" I informed her "Jake, come on, mate, we're gonna be late"
"Coming" he shouted back as I placed the last of the breakfast dishes into the sink
After dropping Jacob off at school and doing the grocery shopping, I made my way back to the Bay, stopping by Angelo's en-route…
"Hey" I greeted Brax as I walked into the restaurant
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you" he admitted, kissing me softly as I reached him
"Thought I'd pop in and say hi" I informed him "you on your own?"
"Until Kyle's back from the bank, yeah" he replied "how come?"
"Well since our conversation with Bianca this morning, I've had this urge" I explained
"And what urge is that then?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow at me
"To have sex in your office" I informed him, smirking at him as I moved to rest my elbows on the bar, giving him a good view of my cleavage "think you can make some time?"
"I can always make some time for you" he replied
"Good" I stated, moving away from the bar, walking backwards through to the back, him following me
"Someone's in a good mood…" Bianca greeted me as I walked into the house a little while later
"Yeah, I am" I informed her "I'm happy, I've got the man of my dreams, a stable life, a great family, my son's happy and a great job, what more could I need?"
"You had sex, didn't you?" she inquired
"What? No" I proclaimed, setting the grocery bags on the kitchen worktop
"Ricky Sharpe, look me in the eye and tell me you've not just had sex…" she proclaimed
I held my hands up in defence… "It's your fault"
"What?! How do you figure that?" she questioned
"You were the one talking about strippers" I informed her "and I couldn't help my urges"
"Have some self-control then" she replied, smirking at me
"Like you and Heath haven't had a quickie in your office at some point" I stated
"Okay, you got me" she admitted "what're you doing for lunch?"
"I was just gonna grab something here. Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her
"We're going to the diner, my shout" she informed me "we've got hens night business to discuss"
So the hens night preparations are under way. What about the bucks night?