"Christ Mack, turn it off or I'll throw it across the room!" Remmy grumbled gruffly. They'd stumbled into her apartment around 3 in the morning and hadn't wound up getting to sleep until an hour or so later.
Remmy grunted again and collapsed against the pillows. It was too early for this crap!
"I swear, your ass is out the door when I'm out of the shower, whether you're dressed or not," she threatened.
He heard the shower stop.
Mac gave him the cold glare she'd perfected in the time they'd been together. "Cut the crap, Remmy. I've gotta go. I'm going to get fired!" she said angrily.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Remmy said testily as he got out of bed and scooped up his pants that were lying on the floor nearby.
He trailed after her into the kitchen. "Listen, I'm working late tonight, but maybe we can get together tomorrow," he said hopefully. This time he was going to come clean with her. It was never going to work with her until he did. He winced. He just hoped she didn't flip her lid when he told her his dirty secrets.
"Yeah, okay," Mac agreed grudgingly, pulling him from his thoughts. "Call me."
Remmy came up behind her and rubbed his hands up and down her shoulder, leaning in to kiss the spot near her ear that drove her crazy. "I had a really nice time last night," he whispered. "I've missed you these past weeks."
Reaching up, Mackenzie held him close a moment. "I missed you, too," she admitted softly.
He nodded his head, shooting her a heavy-lidded smile. "Come here, baby," he said, sliding his arm around her and pulling her close to his side.
Bianca smiled up at him, running her hand up and down his leg. "Do you see him?" she asked.
Johnny pulled her to him for a kiss, stealing a glance towards the other room. Between kisses, he told her, "No, no one's there yet."
Bianca laughed softly. "There are worse ways to kill some time," she purred, reaching up to slip her fingers between his.
Johnny held up his hands in an attempt to calm her down. "Whoa, Mac. Wait. It's not what it looks like!" he said.
Bianca scoffed and rolled her eyes.
This was not good, Johnny thought as he watched Mac turn her gaze towards her, shooting daggers with her eyes.
"Am I right?" she asked, dangerously calm.
Johnny held his hands out to Mackenzie, desperately thinking about how he could spin this. He could always think quick on his feet, but right now he had nothing.
Bianca glanced across the room and swore under her breath, turning back to face Johnny with a scowl.
Bianca's use of his under-cover name alerted Johnny to the fact that there was more on the line here than his fucked up relationship. He adopted a placating stance, "Ah, come on, Tiffany, it was just some girl. Nothing to get pissy over."
Bianca flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I want you to take me home," she huffed, pouting like a pro.
"Fine!" he pretended to angrily concede. "Don't get your panties in a twist!"
Bianca stalked off ahead of him, following the same path Mackenzie had just walked.
Johnny ground his jaw and shot her a glare. "How was I to know she'd show up here tonight? Shit!"
Bianca's eyes softened. "I'm really sorry, Johnny," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder, adding, "But at least she didn't know your real name and really blow your cover."
That was some consolation. "Fuck!" Johnny swore again, hitting the elevator wall as the doors closed.