If Not For You

Chapter 24-Interview

Maeve's POV

I walked through the door as my physical therapist gave me a hug, holding the door for me to leave. I waved bye to him as I made my way to the car, giving Sam a smile as I approached. He waved but it looked like he was focused on something behind me. I was sweaty from working on different exercises and learning to jog in my athletic prosthetic. I carried it in my arms seeing as I switched into my normal leg to go home. I got into the car and tossed it in the back seat, thinking it would elicit a laugh or smart comment from Sam. I thought maybe he was mad my appointment had run late, but he kept his eyes on the door,

"Who is that?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door I had just walked out of

"Well hello to you too," I paused with no response from Sam, "Thats Cody,"

"Who is Cody?"

"He is my physical therapist," I replied

"Hm." Was all he said as he put the car in drive and took off. I stared at him for a moment,

"Samuel Kiszka, are you jealous?" I asked with a smirk. He shot me an insulted look and rolled his eyes, giving me my answer.

"No, I was just asking." He said quickly,

"You are such a liar," I laughed, "I can see it all over your face."

"I am not jealous Maeve." He argued. I could tell how annoyed he was that I was right, he was trying so hard to deny it and I was trying hard not to laugh.

"Please Sam, he's not even my type. I mean I guess he does have nice arms though." I said, poking at the nerve I knew I had struck. He glared over at me, and I couldn't help but giggle, "I'm kidding, you know you are the only one I want." I said as I leaned over the center console and put my hand on his thigh, kissing his cheek. He ignored me, pouting and annoyed at my antics. "Oh you're pouting now?" I asked, still no answer. "Come on, when we get home I can show you how much I only want you." I said sensually as I slid my hand up his thigh. He grabbed it and pushed it off,

"I have an interview." Was all he said.

"Awh, I made you mad?" I asked leaning over and kissing at his jaw, still teasing him even though I knew I was testing my luck. It wouldn't hurt, he could never stay mad at me.

"Maeve cut it out." He snapped. I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh, settling back in my seat. I stayed silent the rest of the way home. We pulled into the driveway and Sam walked inside, skipping opening my door like he usually did. I was such a brat sometimes, but I couldn't help myself. When I got inside he was changing and then starting to set up his computer at the table for his interview. His movements were harsh and I could tell he was thoroughly irritated. I'd figure out a way to make it up to him. I decided to leave him be and go take a shower. I got out of the shower and was digging through a drawer to find comfy clothes when my eyes landed on a pair of black lacey panties Sam had loved the last time he saw me in them. I raised my brow as I had an idea.

Sam's POV

I grabbed my computer and set it on the table. Opening it to see the battery was almost dead. I groaned in frustration. Every little inconvenience angering me more at this point. Maeve knew exactly how to get under my skin, and I knew she did it to get my reaction. I was jealous. I had never been the jealous type, this was new. This want for her to be only mine, for no one else to wrap their arms around her like I saw that guy do. I always felt jealousy was toxic but I couldn't help but feel it with Maeve. I plugged in my laptop and opened zoom for the interview. I heard the shower shut off, telling me Maeve was probably about to nap, she was usually tired after therapy. I didn't want the interview to disturb her so I decided to put earbuds in. After a few minutes the person interviewing me popped up on the screen along with Jake and Danny who were together at the studio. Josh wasn't part of the interview because one of his kids had a play at daycare or something. As we all started to say 'hello' I saw the shape of Maeve step out into the hallway, I glanced up. She was standing there in a lacey black bra and panties. I gave her a confused look. She just gave me a devilish grin as she slowly started sliding her bra strap down, touching her body sensually, running her hands over her curves. I quickly realized my jaw was slack,