The door banged open again. “Dammit, Li! Lock the f**king door, would you?”
“Are you trying to catch us banging? Or are you trying to keep us from it? Cause I swear to God, Bing, one more time! Just one, I’m gonna beat the loving hell out of you.”
“So, sue me! I apologize from the bottom of my ball sack, okay? Listen. I forgot that the cops left a copy of their report for you so you can report to your insurance company. Which, you probably should hurry up and do, cause it’s four thirty-five. They also sent pictures to your e-mail to send to the agent. Again, my apologies, but I thought you might want that. My bad!” He threw the file on the coffee table.
“Clay,” Li’s voice softened. “I’m sorry. Thank you. I’ll call them right now.”
“And about the other,” Bing said, turning toward the door. “If you f**k her now, that’s all it’ll be.” He eyed Li over his shoulder, a knowing expression on his face. “But if you plan to make love to this beautiful, exceptional woman, take your damn time and do it right. Humping on the couch like a couple sexed up teenagers—not cool, dude. Okay?”
“I hate when you make sense,” Li said.
“You hate when I’m right. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a beautiful, exceptional woman of my own to entice.” He saluted, ending in a rude finger gesture.
Li flipped him off, as Bing slammed the door.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes