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I also have a successful online business selling folk art I buy from sources in Europe, Asia, and the Americas. I started that was I was in high school, and when I turned nineteen, I was able to buy my own house in this small town I love.
I’m not trying to brag.
I’m just trying to point out that even though I’m wrapped up in the Midnight Avengers Motorcycle Club in general and in Drake specifically, there’s more to me. I’m not just a silly nympho who wants to be bent over a Harley-Davidson motorcycle and fucked until I can’t stand up! That’s not all there is to me, and…
Oh, well, I guess you know one of my specific sexual fantasies now. Well, no taking that back, is there? Well, I guess that kind of thing isn’t all that out there anyway. Well, my mind is filled with thoughts of him during my morning routine. When I get to the part where I freeze myself in the shower; I finally get a slight break from obsessing over him. I giggle about it as I dry off. I head to the living room and turn on the music. As I dance, of course, my thoughts go right back to Drake.
I have to tell you… I really love dancing. I think I love dancing naked just because of that old saying about dancing like nobody can see you. Dancing nude is kind of like a reminder to myself that I’m in my house and I don’t need to worry about what anything thinks. I can blow off steam and just enjoy myself if that makes any sense.
I guess part of all this is just that I’m twenty-two years old with a successful business and a post-graduate degree. What that means in practical terms is that I’ve spent my entire life exercising self-restraint. I’ve spent my entire life focusing on getting rid of distractions and just not doing anything that might be considered silly or useless. Once I bought my house, I had some privacy for the first time in my life. The first time I danced naked, it was kind of just spur of the moment. I did it without really thinking about it. I was walking to the kitchen, wearing a robe, and I’d left my music on. Well, I started dancing. The robe constrained me so I took it off.
I felt so free and, I don’t know, happy that I added it to my morning routine. To this day, it’s really the only silly thing I do. It’s particularly thrilling for me today just because of how having this biker next to the house makes things kind of crazy for me. I mean, I know it’s all in my head but I still feel distracted on a pretty damned constant basis.
I keep up my work. I mean, being distracted isn’t the same as being unable to function. Still, though, I don’t think I can point to a time since I started my company when I’ve had to be so careful to concentrate just to do the work. Images of Drake’s face come to mind when I should be thinking about copal wood animals from Oaxaca. I think about his broad shoulders when I ought to think about corn husk dolls.
I don’t have to worry about being distracted while I dance, though, and I love that. I can just enjoy the music and I can enjoy moving to it. It feels very nice precisely because I can just relax. I mean, that’s the whole reason I do this dancing anyway, right? The whole point is for me to be able to relax a little and get out of my overly responsible head.
And I have my own house so I can do it privately.
Except I have a neighbor now.
And my neighbor’s house is two stories and set at an angle.
And so, if he’s on his bedroom balcony, he has a direct line of sight to my backyard.
And my sliding glass door.
He has a direct line of sight and it’s almost like the sliding glass door frames things so my living room is sort of like a stage.
Where I dance.
Nude.
All of that comes to a head for me when I finish a particularly exuberant song and, looking upward in triumph, see Drake on his bedroom balcony looking down at me.
Looking down at me breathing heavily because of how energetically I’ve been dancing naked. His eyes are wide and filled with shock. As for me, I can’t look away. I mean, I’m paralyzed! That’s the exact opposite of what I want to be, of course, because paralyzed means I’m just standing there completely naked instead of coving up. He stares at me. I stare at him.
Finally, he breaks eye contact. I am so damned grateful that he does because it allows me to scream and run like crazy out of the living room and to my bedroom. In my bedroom, I collapse on my bed feeling so damned utterly humiliated that I can barely think straight. I finally go to my bathroom and splash some water on my face. That helps. I pull on some clothes and that helps, too.
I can giggle about it a little as I head to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. There’s a knock at the door, though. I pull it open and Drake stands there. He smiles gently and says, “I guess we should talk, neighbor.”
Chapter Three
I stare at him and try my best not to shrink into nothing at all. I can feel my heartbeat accelerating like crazy. Miraculously, I manage to say, “Won’t you please come in?”
He nods and I think there’s a bit of relief in his expression. I move out of the way (and miraculously don’t faint.) My hand shakes a little as I try to gesture to the couch. So, I stretch really quickly to hide it. I make a sound like I’m yawning and manage, “Sorry. Been up since very early. Please, won’t you have a seat?” I manage to gesture to the couch this time.
He smiles and says, “Thanks.”
“I’ll get us something to drink!” I say too enthusiastically. At least that allows me to rush to the kitchen. I can’t believe I’m so damned turned on even though I’m also totally humiliated. I do some breathing exercises and try to keep my head.
I swear, I stay there in the kitchen forever.
I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I hear Drake’s voice behind me. “Kayla, look. I came over to apologize.”
I turn around. “Apologize? For what? I was the idiot walking around naked and…” I can’t finish.
“But I should have looked away when I first saw you,” he says.
