Page 35 of Nils


Font Size:  

I don’t think he even noticed.

Maybe because he was too busy ogling me. Yeah, I caught him again and again. My bikini did the trick—he was in total lust.

But I definitely still want more than my original plan of a one-night stand.

Rethinking things as I stand here now, maybe not looking up at Nils, not meeting his gaze, was the right move. Our chemistry is there, yes. It’s hot and electric. But if we let it build, when we do come together, it’ll be so much better.

We’re already establishing a good base of friendship. We genuinely get along. But I want Nils to feel even more for me. I want him to fall for me, kind of like I feel the first stirrings of falling for him.

I need to give it more time, though.

Lord knows I have a lot of that.

As I wrap my arms around myself to keep warm, Nils returns with the fresh towels.

“Looks like I’m back just in time,” he says as he hands me one.

I start to swipe the towel up and down my legs as I reply, “You definitely are. I’m feeling a chill. Thanks.”

“No worries.”

Nils and I dry off, but it’s still kind of cold standing in the kitchen in a damp bikini.

Plus, that moment we shared is still on my mind.

I think it’s on his too. He looks a little uncomfortable.

We should really get away from each other for a little while. Before, seeing how skimpily clad we are, we have another moment that ends with us ripping off what little bit we have on and going at it on the floor.

Mmm, that would be fun.

Okay, time to go.

Clearing my throat, I say, “I don’t know about you, but I’m freaking freezing. I have to get on some dry clothes.”

He agrees quickly, “Yeah, same here.”

I start to walk away first, but when I don’t feel him following me, I turn back around.

That’s when I catch him staring at my ass.

Snickering, I ask, “Are you coming?”

Pretending like he wasn’t just busted, he looks away and mumbles, “Uh, I’m actually going to take a shower down here. The clothes I want to put on are in the downstairs bathroom.”

Yeah, sure they are.

I suspect his excuse is just a cover. I bet he’s going to freaking jack off in the bathroom down here.

The thought of him stroking his cock under the pulsating water makes me think getting off in the shower might be a good idea.

So, blowing out a breath, I rush off to do exactly that.

Later that day, I have my training session at Boots. Sammie, the girl who told me about the position, is my trainer. Since I work with her at Applebee’s, I’m comfortable and at ease. It also helps that she’s super nice and really funny. I like her a lot.

After writing down all of my measurements, she puts together my outfit from the supply they have on hand.

We’re in the back room, which doubles as an employee lounge. But since she and I are alone, I just change into the white button-down blouse, short red-and-black plaid skirt over black boy shorts, and high-heeled black leather boots right where I am.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like