Chapter 65. Missing Isaias

“You’re moping.”

“Am not.”

“Are too,” Janka flicked a brush full of water at her face.

“Hey, quit it. You’re going to cause more damage than fix it.” She noted the splash on the canvas.

“Have you heard from him?”

“Yes. He called me at lunchtime,” she looked to her phone, “two hours ago.”

“He’s been gone three days. You’re sullen, moody, and weepy.”

“I’m not weepy.” She grimaced at Janka. “I’m sexually frustrated.”

“I guess. If I had gotten used to nightly romps with a man like Isaias and had them taken away from me, I’d be frustrated too.” Janka teased her.

“Tell me about it. Doesn’t help he knows how much I like those deep V ridgey things which are at his hips, and he took a very strategic selfie this morning and told me he wished my tongue was right there,” she shivered. “I could almost taste it.”

Janka chortled at her. “Slut.”

“I am definitely wanton where he is concerned. He’s not going to be home until Monday. It