An Imperceptible Ruse Indeed (The Gods' Executioner Series) by A.L. Bridges Page A

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    Chapter 9: Breakfast Innuendos
    [December 23rd]
    I wake up at 8am the next morning to find that Cheza is still unconscious. I start to worry before I check on her to find that she’s fully recovered, and is only sleeping. I carefully leave the bed and exit the room before heading downstairs. Natasha is sitting at the bar that divides the kitchen and the living room, reading a newspaper while wearing only a blue lace bra and matching panties.
    “Good morning , Cole!” Natasha exclaims from behind her newspaper.
    “Uh, good morning , Tasha…” I reply while trying to keep myself staring.
    “What do you feel like having for breakfast?” I ask.
    “Hmm… I think I could go for some sausage right about now. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had any sausage and the thought of it is really making my mouth water . Can you fix that problem for me, Cole?” Natasha asks with a sultry gaze.
    “Yeah; I’m pretty sure we’ve got some sausage links in the fridge. What else do you want with the sausage?” I question.
    “How about crepes? I think banana crepes with lots of whipped cream would be really good, don’t you? But I don’t want the banana to be sliced. I would rather have you shove the whole banana into the hole of the rolled up crepe, before squirting a bunch of white cream into it. Can you manage that, Cole?” Natasha inquires.
    “I believe we have both whipped cream and bananas so I should be able to manage it. I doubt the crepes will be as good as Jason’s; that man is a master at cooking crepes.” I reply and get to work while Natasha quietly huffs.
    I cook the crepes and sausage before dishing them out onto three plates: two that I set on the bar and one that I put in the microwave, setting it to the ‘Keep Warm’ function.
    “Are you done with the front page stories?” I ask as I sit down beside Natasha and start eating. She hands me the front section of the newspaper and I can’t help but notice the way her breasts move with her blue lace bra as she does so.
    “See something that you like?” Nata sha smiles surreptitiously.
    “No.” I plainly reply and turn my attention towards the newspaper.
    “Am I really that unattractive to you, Cole?” Natasha asks, sounding hurt. I turn towards her and see tears in her eyes.
    “No, that isn’t it at all.” I tell her.
    “I mean, I know that I’m entering my late twenties and I’m not in your preferred age range… I’m over a decade past that already…” Natasha quietly adds.
    “You know, I’m getting really sick of everyone thinking I’m a pedophile!” I exclaim.
    “You have to admit, the evidence for it is pretty daunting.” Natasha argues.
    “I don’t like little girls!” I expound.
    “Prove it.” Natasha states and stares at me.
    I stare back into her green eyes for several moments before something comes over me. My mouth hungrily finds hers as my right hand slips underneath her bra. Natasha grabs my junk through my boxers and I get so wrapped up in the moment that the shuttin g of the microwave door comes as a surprise, causing me to jump.
    “Don’t stop on my account.” Cheza says and takes a bite of her crepe before turning towards Natasha.
    “ It’s the usual rate and make sure you’re using jimmies; I can’t have you getting my bottom bitch pregnant.” Cheza tells Natasha.
    “Got it.” Natasha replies with a serious nod.
    “So you’re whoring me out to our friends now?” I ask with mock surprise.
    “Whoring you out implies that I’m actually guiding the horse to the watering hole, when all I’m actually doing is profiting from the horse finding the water all on his own.” Cheza replies with an uninflected tone.
    “I’m sorry…” I say.
    “If it were anyone besides Natasha, I’d already have your testicles in a vice grip. However, since it is Natasha, I don’t really mind.” Cheza responds, but something tells me that she’s not being completely truthful. Natasha gets a