Sherri Lane. PART 2.

I slowly move my body against the leather sofa. My skin has stuck to the twattish material in the night, and my body aches from last nights activities.

I raise my head and look over the back of the sofa to see Dean sleepily pad through the kitchen and open the fridge.  He wears pyjama bottoms with cute robots on and I'm slightly surprised he could get them in his massive size.

He's tall at about 6,3 and he's built like a boxer. He could easily scare most people away with a growl. Not me. He's my big teddy bear.

I wait until he has pulled his breakfast materials from inside the fridge until I speak.

"Freeze motherfucker!" I shout out in a false manly voice.

He shrieks, and messily juggles the cartons before dropping them onto the tiled floor. A mess of broken eggs and spilt milk, form a spreading puddle by his feet.

I want to laugh. I really, really want to laugh. But his death glare keeps my giggle in my throat.  

I just look at him. Trying my best not to laugh. We stare at one another in silence, like some western shoot off.

The atmosphere changes, and I can feel the static in the air. I don't want him to be mad at me. He's never mad at me long.

"I gave old man Bisto a hand job last night." I whisper. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a near attempt to smile.

"I want those pyjamas."

"Well you can't fucking have them Sherri. How did you get in here?"

He's my friend again now. I'm off the hook.

I point over to his roommates bedroom door in answer to his question. "Kevin let me in."

"No he fucking didn't. You're lying."

I give him my best cheeky grin, and he smiles back before throwing a towel onto the uncooked omelet by his feet.

"Are you really breaking into my flat Sherri? When I'm innocently sleeping in my bed. Bitch, just ring my phone. I will let you in."

He walks over to the cupboard above the kettle to get coffee and sugar out. I inwardly shrink ready for his outburst.

I know there's no coffee in there. When I got here last night there was only that really crappy Arabian coffee. I threw it in the bin. I knew he'd take me for coffee if there isn't any here. Maybe breakfast now too.

"For fucks sake Kevin. Use all the Bastard coffee again and don't fucking replace it."

There it is.

I watch as he storms around the room and changes into jeans and a black shirt with a warning sign printed on the chest.

"Get him back."  I say. "Fuck his grandma."

It seems to lighten his caffeine craving mood just a little.

"And how the fuck will that get him back Sherri?  By fucking his grandma?"

"At the beginning of the porn, when you enter the room in your handyman clothes, have grandma look into the camera and in a seductive voice say... Kevin forgot to buy coffee."

He laughs. Really laughs. "You're fucking sick Sherri. Come on then. Let's go get coffee."

I grin before jumping up and following him to the door. I'm so glad he hasnt needed to look in the bin.

"Breakfast too?" I cheekily ask, as I jump up onto his back and wrap my arms and legs around his big body.

He'll give me a piggy back to the elevator.

"Yes lovely slut. I'll take you for breakfast. Since mines all over the fucking floor."

"Let's go to Charlies on Downton. It's new."

"Ok."

"And I'll get us free donuts from Ana on the way back."

"Ok."

"And then we'll make the porn with Kevins grandma."

"Ok- No! No Sherri. I'm not making a porn with Kevins grandma. Or mother, or aunt. You can piss off you sex hungry bitch."

"Ok."

And that's how our morning went.

Charlies food was to die for.