Sexy In Stilettos
By Virginia Wade
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Chapter One
I slid the black skirt past my hips and let it fall to my feet. This revealed a lacy black garter belt that was attached to delicate stockings. My lover eyed me with interest. His appreciative gaze lingered on my chest. The black push-up bra cradled the firm mounds and highlighted the fact that nature had been generous to me. He’d removed his jacket and tie. The buttons on his shirt were undone, one after the other.
He held out a hand. “Come here.”
“Not just yet.” I smiled slyly. I unclasped the garter belt and let the stockings down slowly, one inch at a time. I didn’t want to make a run in them. My black panties were next, and they landed on the carpet.
“That’s the proof I was looking for. You’re a real blonde.”
“You knew that already.”
“Yes I did.” His hot gaze was on my bra.
“I suppose you want this off too?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
I unhooked the back. With unhurried movements, I held the expensive contraption from my body and let it drop to the floor.
He sucked in a breath. “I’ll never get tired of seeing those.”
I went to him and ran my fingers through his thick, graying hair. “That’s sweet.”
His hands cupped the abundant flesh. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”
“Then we shouldn’t waste another minute.”
“I agree.” He hauled me onto the bed, and I giggled. “This is all I want.”
“It’s yours.”
“I know.”
My lover kissed my neck, gently sucking on the sensitive skin, which had me sighing with pleasure. His hand was on my breast, stroking and massaging. He pressed the mounds together and laved each nipple in turn. My fingers drove through his thick hair, while he kissed my stomach, inching closer to the part of me that throbbed for his attention.
“Oh, yes.”
He flirted with the lips of my pussy, their wetness revealing the state of my arousal. Fingers slid into the folds and rubbed up and down, coating in my juices.
“You’re so beautiful, Jillian.”
His tongue touched me. “Yes.”
Settling between my thighs, he dedicated himself to pleasuring me intimately. He was persistent as he drove deep, seducing and enticing. The flat part of his thumb moved over my clit, making the little bump swell.
I reached for him. “Come here.”
His cock looked angry, it was so engorged. I rubbed the tip, producing a drop of clear fluid. I closed my mouth on him and sucked, making noisy, slurping sounds.
“Oh, God, Jill.”
I knew he loved it when I grasped his balls and pulled them away from his body. I bathed his shaft, my tongue running down the length to his scrotum. I sucked a ball into my mouth.
“Yes…do that.”
The other had my full attention, and I inhaled it, wetting it with my saliva. Then I resumed working his shaft, lowering nearly to his hairy mound, and gagging.
“Oh! Jesus!”
The urge to have him inside of me was overwhelming. Straddling him, I lowered myself onto his thick cock. “Oh, Charles,” I moaned. He filled me completely, almost too much. I thrust back and forth, while my fingertips dug into his soft belly. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me, honey.”
“Ooohh…”
His hands were on my boobs, massaging and pinching my nipples. With each forward thrust, my clit brushed against him, producing a tingling sensation. I wouldn’t last long in my favorite position, because the edges of climax were already threatening to overwhelm me.
“That’s it. Take me, Jill.”
“Oh-my-God-Charles!” I threw my head back. “Ooohh…God.”
“Thatta girl. Nice.”
I collapsed on his hairy chest, my heart pounding a wild staccato. He stroked my back, until I had recovered. I could feel him inside of me, hard and pulsing. I rolled to my side and grabbed his cock. I tongued him for long minutes, smelling myself on his wet skin. Lowering, I gagged, yet managed to eat him whole. Attention was placed on his balls, which were taken into my mouth separately and massaged with my tongue.
“Oh, God…oohhh…”
As the first salty spurt erupted, I waited for it with my mouth open. I hoped it wouldn’t mess up my makeup, because I had to get back to work. Several neat streams landed on my tongue, and were dutifully swallowed.
“Oh, yeah, that’s nice.”
I sucked his cock, cleaning him as thoroughly as I could. “You like, that, huh?”
“God yes.”
We were in the middle of the bed, with the sheets and blankets tangled around us. The fitted sheet had come loose at the end.
A warm hand was on my thigh. “I have to get back soon,” he murmured.
This thought depressed me. “I know.”
“I’m showing a house on Letzner this weekend. You should stop by.”
“Oh? You’ll have to text me.”
He grinned. “A quickie in the bathroom might be fun.”
“It’s an idea.” I turned to look at him. He was handsome in a rugged, less than athletic, way. Thick in the middle, he never had time to exercise. “Or maybe not. We should be more careful.”
“We are very careful.” The gold band on his finger glinted in the sun that shone through the partially opened drapes.
“I just worry, is all. You know me.”
“You worry too much.”
A pang of guilt registered, and I willed it away. “I’m getting dressed.”
He held my face and kissed me. It was warm, sweet, and lingering. “You’re so special to me, Jillian. You mean everything. Please don’t worry, honey. There’s no reason to.”
“I have to get back to work.”
“Your boss is an asshole.”
I giggled, “Oh, my God, he sure is.” I moved a lock of hair away from his forehead.
He grabbed me and gave me a hug. “I don’t wanna let you go. Let’s not go back. Let’s call in sick. We can say it was food poisoning.”
I laughed, “Yeah, right. Nice try. I have a client. I can’t be late.”
“Heaven never lasts long enough.”
“No kidding.” I picked up my bra and panties and put them on.
He slid his pants up his hairy legs. “I’ll let you know about Sunday. Maybe we can get together.”
I was heading for the bathroom. “Do that.”
“See you back at the salt mines.”
I groaned in reply.
Ten minutes later, I walked through the door of Landon Realty. The business was located off Webster Street in the heart of Staghorn, Arizona. Our once bustling town had been hard-hit by the recession. My boss, Charles Landon, once employed ten real estate agents during the housing explosion that nearly tripled the homes in the area. There was a time when we couldn’t sell them fast enough, and, now, we struggled to sell two a week. I was incredibly lucky to still have a job, although I hadn’t had a pay raise in three years.
“Your one-thirty is here,” Peggy said.
My mouth fell open. “Oh, good grief. They’re early.” I quickened my step and rushed to my office. A young couple was seated across from my desk. “Hi! I’m so sorry.” I held out a hand. “Jillian Bach. Welcome to Staghorn.” The woman shook it.
“Jan Westbrook.” She was thin with dyed blonde hair. Her roots were an inch long. “It’s alright. We’re early.”
“Daniel.” He was dressed in military fatigues.
I shook his hand. “It’s great to meet you.”
“Take your time,” he said. “We can wait.”
I rifled through the file. Just this morning I had printed off pages of foreclosures. “I’ve some wonderful properties for you to see. You’ve been pre-qualified for a hundred and seventy thousand, but I think we can find something for less.”
Jan smiled. “I hope we can get a little acreage.”
“Oh, for sure.” I glanced up as my boss, Charles Landon, strolled by my office. The inner window spanned floor to ceiling, and I could see straight to the front door and the parking lot. He winked at me. I’d kissed him goodbye no more than fifteen minutes ago. His musky smell lingered on my body. I closed the folder. “Whenever you’re ready we can head out.”
The young couple beamed. “Lead the way, Ms. Bach,” said Daniel Westbrook.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
After fifteen properties and half a tank of gas, my clients hadn’t found their dream home. We would continue the search tomorrow afternoon. Working on the weekend was de rigueur in my profession. Having little to no social life, this reality did not bother me in the least.
My cell phone buzzed, and I glanced at the message. “At Maya’s house. Will be home for dinner.”
I typed quickly, “See you then. Drive safe.”
My daughter had recently gotten her license. If this were a major city, I would be petrified of Anna out on the road, but Staghorn was a quiet border community, and the freeway was fifty minutes away. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
“Have a good one, Peggy.”
“You too, Jill.”
A blast of hot, dry air hit me when I left the building. We hadn’t had rain in more than a month, and everything was dried out and brown. The headlights of rush hour traffic sparkled on Webster Street. I headed for the gym. I enjoyed working out, because the endorphins helped elevate my mood far better than drowning myself in a bottle of wine or prescription medication, both of which I had seriously considered following my husband’s death.
Newly built and loaded with amenities, the gym was open twenty-four hours a day and close to home. I loved Friday nights, because it was empty and I would have my choice of equipment. I changed in a small room with a floor to ceiling mirror. As I pulled the sports bra over my head, I caught a glimpse of myself. I’d never had a weight problem, and the stretch marks from having Anna had faded long ago. Due to high blood pressure medication after childbirth, I was never able to breastfeed, so my bumps were nearly as firm and high as if I were fifteen. This small miracle I also attributed to wearing the proper work out bra.
I brushed my hair and pulled the blonde strands into a ponytail. I preferred wearing shorts and a plain t-shirt. As it was, I garnered quite a bit of attention when I strolled through the gym, and I did not want to add to it by wearing tight-fitting, overly sexy clothing. Lacing up my sneakers, I attached an ipod to the sleeve of my shirt and grabbed a towel.
I wasn’t on the elliptical for more than two minutes, when the object of my secret fantasies walked through the door. He was brown haired, tall, and muscular with an easy grin and an aura of youthful vivacity. His confident swagger and posture let it be known that he was all too aware of his appeal. My heart picked up a few extra beats, as he stepped on a treadmill and cast a surreptitious glance in my direction. We had been playing the, I see you, you see me, game for months now, and it was thrilling and vastly entertaining. It gave me the incentive not to miss a session, even when I was completely exhausted after a long day. He ran at full speed, pounding the machine with his sneakers.
Twenty minutes later, while Mr. Tall and Toned hit the heavy weights, I stretched and unknotted my back on a blue rubber matt. I cast a glance in his direction and found him staring at me.
A heavyset woman lowered herself to the floor and began to stretch. Two teen girls approached Mr. Tall and Toned, flirting shamelessly with him. I removed my ear buds and felt a pang of envy. I had never spoken to him, although I secretly wanted to. He grinned and flashed straight, white teeth. What would it be like to be on the receiving end of his particular attention? I tingled just thinking about it.
I got to my feet and headed for the lockers to retrieve my things. I didn’t bother to change. Checking my phone, there was a message. “Miss you, baby. Lunch was great. Can’t wait to do it again.” Charles was home now, and it was best not to respond. Grabbing the keys, I headed for the door.
Hot air fanned the loose strands of hair away from my face. I felt calmer now and happier for having worked out, but my right knee bothered me a little. Perhaps, I should have worn flats today. Walking around in high heels came at a price.
Someone suddenly stepped on the gas, because tires squealed. Teenagers again. Many had just gotten their licenses this summer in anticipation of the new school year. Like my daughter, they were inexperienced and immature drivers and basically a hazard to themselves and society. I was nearly to my car, when out of the corner of my eye; a vehicle sped towards me. In the blinding flash of a few seconds, strong hands grasped my midsection and pulled me out of the way. The back end of a silver sedan squealed out of the parking lot and disappeared.
“You dumb ass!” shouted the man who had pulled me to safety.
I glanced at him and gasped. Mr. Tall and Toned was inches away. His concerned, yet eager, expression filled my vision.
“Hi. Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Brandon Delaney.”
Chapter Two
“Oh, my God! What a maniac.” I disengaged myself from the charming stranger and retrieved my purse, which had fallen to the ground. “Thanks so much. That was…crazy.” He looked at me expectantly. “Sorry, I’m Jillian. Jillian Bach.”
He smiled broadly. “I wondered what your name was. I’ve seen you around for a while.”
The intoxicating light in his dark blue eyes flustered me. “Um…yeah…of course,” I stammered stupidly. Get a grip woman! “Well, thanks for that.” My car beeped as I unlocked it. “I’ll catch you later.”
His smile had vanished, and he seemed disappointed. As I backed out, I glanced in the rear-view mirror, seeing him standing there, staring at me. I felt horrible all of a sudden. I didn’t mean to be so abrupt and standoffish. What was wrong with me? This super cute guy had just saved my life, and I had blown him off with careless indifference.
I pulled into the driveway of a single story, stucco house with a red tiled roof. The landscaping was typical Arizona native, with a few shrubs and gravel to take the place of grass. A pink flowering Oleander tree added a colorful touch to the otherwise arid setting. I entered the house and placed my things on a long wooden buffet. The floor was tiled throughout with the exception of the bedrooms. I took my phone and went into the great room.
“I’m home!”
“In the kitchen.”
My daughter sat at a small table against the wall. There wasn’t room for an island, and I had been hard-pressed to get a table and two chairs in without completely crowding the space.
“What do you want me to make for dinner?”
She was on my laptop. “I had Ramen already. Sorry.”
I opened the refrigerator. “That’s alright. I’ll graze. I need something light.”
“I’m starting a Calculus study group. I told everybody they could come here. Please don’t be mad.”
“When’s that happening?”
“Monday night.”
I sighed. “Fine.” I took out a container of salad. “I thought you were gonna see a tutor?”
“Well, I was…but, there’s this really hot senior in my class. He offered to help me start the group, so I said they could come here.”
“Oh, I see.” I smiled. “Really hot, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “Omigod! Steaming! He’s awesome. Every girl in school wants him. He’s playing hard to get and enjoying the attention.”
“And you’re hoping he’ll notice you?”
“For sure.”
I poured dressing over the salad and sat down across from her. “You’re a hottie yourself, honey. He’d be stupid not to see that.”
“Um, not really. The competition’s fierce. Bitches are throwing themselves at him. I hate it.”
“Maybe he’ll give you some one-on-one time tutoring.” I winked at her.
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
Anna had only had one boyfriend so far, and he had turned out to be disappointing. She was still a little shy around the opposite sex and uncomfortable in her rapidly growing body. She tended to hide behind baggy tops, because her breasts had increased by two-cup sizes since the beginning of the year. I empathized with her. The same thing had happened to me at that age.
Changing the subject I said, “I nearly got run over at the gym.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s not cool.”
I remembered Brandon Delaney’s timely rescue, and little tingles erupted in my belly. “Parking lots can be hazardous.”
She eyed the computer. “No doubt.”
After I ate, I poured a glass of wine and headed for the bedroom. I turned on a soft rock playlist and pressed shuffle. Stripping out of my clothes, I took a quick shower and put on a light pink nightgown. Settling on the beige and brown bedspread, I leaned against the pillows and took a sip of wine.
There was a photo album on the nightstand. I reached over and grabbed it. My evenings always ended this way. As I turned the pages, images of the past filled my vision. A happy family smiled at me. That had been our last Christmas photo. There was a picture of us at the Grand Canyon shortly after we had moved to Arizona. Another was of baby Anna being held by her smiling, loving father. What would my life have been like had he lived?
“I miss you, sweetheart.”
I needed to look at these pictures often, because my memory wasn’t able to conjure up a clear image anymore, which horrified me. I reached over and retrieved an item from a small ceramic container. I held the diamond engagement ring up for appraisal. It glittered in the muted light. I slid the ring on my finger. For one small moment, I felt whole again. I drank my wine and gazed at my finger. I could pretend just for tonight that he was still here. I snuggled into a pillow and stared unseeing at the wall. It would be a good hour before I drifted off to sleep.
I was late for lunch with Vivian. I hurried to the car under the sweltering midday sun. We were meeting at my favorite Italian restaurant at the mall. It was clear across town, so I had to hurry. Minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot and dashed for the doors. A short, brown haired woman in a gray dress waved to me.
“How are you?” she asked. “It’s been forever. We can’t go this long again without seeing each other.”
I flung my handbag on an empty chair. “I’m good, and you?”
“Great.”
“Work is crazy, especially since we let Rita go. Now I have twice the clients.”
She glanced at the menu, and muttered, “Ain’t that the pits in this crap economy. Less employees, but five times the work.”
“How’s the hair business going?”
“Eh, it’s same old, same old. People are waiting longer between haircuts. I’m seeing the mother of all split ends.” She laughed throatily.
A waitress came over and took our order. Vivian leaned in. “Who’s the mystery guy?”
“What?”
“You’re seeing someone. Who is he?”
Oh, shit.
“No one in particular. Just…dating.”
She eyed me with obvious skepticism. “I doubt that, honey. Somethin’s going on. Spill.”
“He’s just a friend.”
She nodded. “Um-um…and?”
Vivian had lived in Staghorn her entire life. She knew everyone in town. I would have to tread carefully. “He’s sorta not really available.”
“What?”
“Well, he’s…” I glanced around nervously, and whispered, “he’s married.”
She dropped her fork. “Girlfriend!” Disapproval shone in her eyes.
“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me.”
“Honey, you’re lonely, but that’s no excuse.”
I glanced at the next table. A couple was having lunch. “I feel like shit, Viv. I really don’t want to discuss it.”
“Who is he?”
Oh, no! “Just somebody I met. I…had too much champagne, and I did something stupid.” This was mostly true. The boundaries had fallen down at the office Christmas party, and no one had bothered to put them up again.
She clucked, “Ooh, you’re in a world of shit. This town’s got eyes and ears everywhere. You better put a stop to that nonsense and quick.”
“I know.” It had gone on long enough. I couldn’t agree more. “I’m kinda stuck in it. I have to figure a way out.”
“And soon.”
“I will.” I glanced at her. “Do you hate me now?”
“We’ve been through everything together, Jill. I know you, honey. This is temporary insanity. Pete’s death was hard.” Her look darkened. “You used to tell me everything. How long has this been goin’ on?”
“Since Christmas.”
“That long?”
I hung my head. “Yeah.”
“End it, girlfriend. It’s a pipe dream, if you think he’s gonna leave her. Stealing somebody’s husband is ill-gotten goods. You can run from karma, but you can’t hide. It’s gonna nip you in the ass.”
“I know.” I felt awful. I should have had lunch at my desk.
“You’re bummed now. Telling me is a good sign. It means you want out. You know I don’t bullshit. I love you, hon. I don’t wanna see you making a huge mistake. There’re a lot of great guys out there. Any one of ‘em would pounce on you in a heartbeat. Drop the cheater. You’ll be a lot happier.”
I nodded in agreement. “Why isn’t my conscience telling me that?”
“Probably cuz you shut it off.”
Jeez she was smart. “You’re right, of course.”
She checked her phone. “I’m gonna be keeping tabs on you. I’ll ride you like a maniac, till you dump the loser.”
“Thanks,” I said dryly.
“Anytime.” She grinned broadly.
After lunch, I met the Westbrook’s at my office. I grabbed several pages of information on the property they wanted to see. Yesterday’s search had been fruitless. Jan was disappointed with the condition of many of the foreclosures. I had warned them that most were in need of repair. The stars in their eyes had dimmed as we’d gone from property to property. Today I would show them homes closer to town. Perhaps, something would materialize.
An hour later, I stood in the kitchen of a small, single story home near the golf course. “The seller is willing to pay all the closing costs. They’re highly motivated.”
Jan eyed the backyard. “There’s no pool.”
“Um, no. Did you want to add that to your list? I didn’t know you wanted one.”
“That was never the plan,” said Daniel. “I thought we were gonna have kids? You want a pool with a toddler?” He looked incredulous.
She shrugged. “I thought it might be nice. It’s so hot here. We could use it most of the year.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Here we go.”
“I can see what’s available in your price range. We can take a look on Monday, if you like.”
The young couple went to the sliding glass door and peered out at the backyard. Dirt and patches of dried up weeds greeted them. The view was of the neighboring brick wall and roofline.
I sighed. “Excuse me folks. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Is there another bedroom?” asked Jan.
“Just the three.” I headed for the hallway.
“Oh.” She sounded disappointed.
In the bathroom, I turned on the light. Someone had left a yellow Post-it on the mirror with the word SLUT spelled out boldly. Was this a message for me? My stomach knotted uncomfortably. I snatched the paper and crumbled it in my hand.
Chapter Three
“I have to talk to you, Jill.” Charles was in my office. “Shawn will be here any second, so I gotta make this quick.”
“That’s just great,” I grumbled. I held out the Post-it note. “I found this in the bathroom at 45567 Canyon De Flores.”
He read the note and glanced at me blankly.
“Is this meant for me?”
“I doubt it. Looks like somebody’s playing a joke. I wouldn’t put too much into it.” His gaze sharpened. “Don’t start getting all paranoid. You’re looking a little wound up. It’s nothing.”
A car pulled into the parking lot. Alarm raced through me, until I noticed the driver wasn’t Shawn. All of our offices had floor to ceiling glass. There was no privacy.
“This has nothing to do with us. Somebody left it behind as a joke.”
“Do you recognize the handwriting? Is it Shawn’s?”
He glanced at the paper. “Nope.”
I was plagued with uncertainty. “I think we should cool it.”
A vein pulsed in his forehead. “You’re blowing this out of proportion, Jill.”
“I’m worried. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” But you are. You are a liar, and you’re stealing another woman’s husband. The return of my conscience after an eight-month absence was staggering.
He sensed my retreat. “Don’t do this. I love you, honey.”
I gasped inwardly. He’d never said those words before.
“I love you. I can’t lose you. You mean everything to me.”
At that moment, a woman walked through the front door. It was Shawn. “Your wife’s here.”
He stepped into the hallway. “Hello, sweetheart.” A mask of veneered happiness transformed his face. This was the look he greeted his clients with. “Are the girls with you?”
“In the car. We should go.” She glanced at me. “Hello, Jillian. How are you?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Great. It’s good to see you.” She was a tall woman with large bones. Heavy eyebrows framed faintly masculine features. “Charles was telling me about Tamarra’s gymnastics success. Congratulations.”
“She won her individual event. We’re very proud of her.”
“Good for her.” An awkward silence seemed to drag on for all eternity.
“I’ll get my keys,” said Charles. “Can you lock up, Jillian?”
I glanced at him. “Sure will.”
Shawn stared at me. “It was nice seeing you again.”
“You too.” I went to my desk and opened a manila file. I pretended to read its contents. I prayed that I appeared calm, nonchalant. Inside I was a jumbled, nervous wreck. It wasn’t until they had left the building that I let out a long, heavy sigh.
…I love you…you mean everything to me...
Dropping my forehead to the desk, I choked back a sob.
Sunday evening, after a day of catching up on TV shows and plucking weeds in the backyard, I was on my favorite elliptical. I didn’t expect to see Mr. Tall and Toned today, which was disappointing. He was never at the gym on the weekends. He probably had a gorgeous girlfriend and an active social life.
Instead of feeling revitalized after twenty-minutes of cardio and weight lifting, I was tired and low. I grabbed my things and headed for my car. The air conditioner struggled in the overheated interior. I stared straight ahead at a bumper sticker that said, “It is never too late to become what you might have been.” For months I had been living off the high of a secret affair. It had been thrilling to meet my lover at hotels wearing sexy lingerie and heels, enticing and teasing him, playing our naughty game. My involvement with Charles had snapped me out of the funk of bereavement I had collapsed into following my husband’s death. Was the high beginning to wear off, like a band-aid, a temporary fix?
My phone vibrated suddenly, startling me out of my daze. I read the text message. “Where are you? I’m starving.” It was Anna.
I typed, “Will be home soon. Let’s eat out?”
Her reply was, “Okay.”
First thing Monday morning, I met with clients at the Turner Office Complex to close on their house. Luckily, the proceedings went off without a hitch. After lunch, I took the Westbrooks to see several properties, all now featuring swimming pools. Jan wasn’t impressed with any of these. She insisted on pushing towards the upper limits of what they had qualified for, and then some. She wanted another bedroom, increased square footage, and a better neighborhood. I normally discouraged anyone from spending more than twenty-eight percent of their gross income on housing.
I had said, “Think of it as a starter house. If you save and plan, you can work up to your dream house.” My statement had fallen on deaf ears. We had ended the day on a sour note, and I seriously wondered if they would find another agent.
I typically skipped the gym on Monday nights, because it was packed with people working off the excesses of the weekend. After arriving home, I was mildly surprised to find the driveway filled with vehicles. Then I remembered Anna’s Calculus study group, and my stomach sank. It had been a long day, and I wanted nothing more than a quiet meal, a hot bath, and a glass of wine. Did I mention peace and quiet? The sounds of talking and laughter greeted me before I had even reached the front door. I groaned.
After entering, I placed my handbag on a rustic looking buffet and glanced at myself in a gilded mirror. I’d pinned my hair up this morning in a tasteful chignon. Strands had come loose and hung around my face. My makeup had been touched up at lunch, and it was still flawless, although my forehead was slightly shiny. My white blouse was partially unbuttoned, exposing a hint of cleavage. I certainly looked the part of a reasonably young, urban professional who had it all together. How I wished that were true.
Retrieving my cell phone, I stepped into the great room. Both sofas held teenagers, and the coffee table had been cleared. Books and notebooks now occupied the space.
“Mom!”
I glanced at my daughter. “Hi, Anna.”
I sucked in a shocked breath as my eyes found Mr. Tall and Toned. He was seated between two girls. An opened notebook rested on his thighs. His black t-shirt had an image of a white figure falling. It read: I Do All My Own Stunts. His eyes glinted with surprise.
“I…did you eat dinner?”
“I got Wendy’s.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry to interrupt.”
As I headed for the kitchen, someone said, “Dang! Your mom’s hot, Anna.”
This unexpected praise had me smiling.
I quickly pieced together a bagel sandwich and sat at the little table. Opening the laptop, I browsed my Emails and Facebook. I had several comments on a photo of Anna I had posted the night before. She’d been trying on my clothes, and we were joking around and taking pictures. She had on a glittery cocktail dress, and her cleavage was substantial. My younger sister, Kristen, had commented on it. She wrote, “Lordy! Lock that girl up for the next twenty years!” Others had ‘liked’ this comment and said how grownup she looked.
I giggled and ate my sandwich. I was being pinged with an instant message. It was Kristen.
“Sam took her first steps today. Yahoo!”
“Fantastic! Post video.”
“I will.”
“Really hot guy in my living room!”
“OMG! Go jump him!”
“Ha! Can’t. He’s underage.”
“How underage? Totally or borderline? LoL.”
“Jailbait.”
“No. Cougar bait!”
“LMFAO!”
I was laughing as Brandon entered the kitchen. His interested gaze lingered on me. “May I have a…water or something?”
My skirt was opened enough for him to glimpse a portion of my lacy garter. I quickly pulled the material together. “Sure. There’s soda in the fridge. Help yourself.”
“You still there?” It was Kristen.
I typed, “Hot guy in my kitchen!”
“Three words. Aunt Jemima treatment.”
I tried to keep my composure. “There’re glasses in the cabinet.” I pointed to the right side of the sink.
Kristen messaged, “Sam’s up. Gotta go.”
“Take care. Say hi to Greg for me.”
“Will do. Enjoy hunky boy!”
Brandon was having trouble finding the glasses. I stood, scraping the chair on the tile floor. “Here. They’re right here. Do you want ice?” His magnetic blue eyes drew me in.
“No.” He poured the soda into the glass. “Are you alright?”
“How…what do you mean?”
“The other night. The crazy driver.”
I smiled. “Oh, yeah. Sure, I’m fine. No harm done.”
“Don’t you think you should thank me for saving your life?”
His gaze went straight to my cleavage, which flustered me to no end. “I guess I should. Thank you for that.” That smoldering look nearly seared me.
“No wedding band. You’re not married, are you?”
My stomach tightened pleasurably, and I tried to ignore it. “That’s a personal question.”
“Is there a law against those?”
Brazenly cheeky would be the only way I could have described this marvel of anatomy. “Not that I know of.”
“Mom, can we have some chips and salsa?” Anna was in the kitchen.
“Sure, honey. Help yourself.” I sat at the table and tried to concentrate on Facebook. I had enjoyed my discussion with Mr. Tall and Toned. It was unfortunate that it was over.
“Thanks for the drink,” he said.
“No problem.”
Anna had grabbed the snacks and left the room.
“Let me know if you ever need rescuing again.” He grinned shamelessly.
“Don’t you have Calculus to do?”
“Talking to a sexy blonde is way more fun than theorems and axioms.”
“Come on, dude,” someone called from the other room. “We’re stuck on this formula. Get in here!”