Chapter Six
“Hey, man. What’s up?” I held the phone to my ear with one hand, while making the bed with the other. “How’s New York?”
“Awesome,” Hunter said. “Hotter than I expected, but man…this place is crawling with models.”
I laughed. “And LA isn’t?”
“True. But I’ve already slept with half of them.” He wasn’t kidding.
“So, what’s up?”
“Some fucker at my sister’s apartment building decided to light some candles and forgot to blow them out.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah, and so is most of her stuff. But they decided it was a good time to renovate. And now everyone has to relocate. Would you be okay sharing the apartment with her this summer?”
“Yeah. The hot one, right?” I teased, knowing it would get a rise out of him. I assumed he was referring to Kate, since his older sister was married. Not that it mattered—they were both like sisters to me.
He growled. “She’s too young for you.”
She was twenty.
“I might be willing to make an exception. You know, since she’s your sister and all.” I smirked, picking up a few items as I walked toward the front room.
“Not funny, man. I’m seriously rethinking this.”
“Nah,” I said, figuring I’d tortured him long enough. “I’m not even going to be there this summer.”
He lowered his voice, and I could imagine him walking down a hall to find some privacy. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I rushed to reassure him. “I got a new placement, and it’s a live-in position.”
“Really? What happened with Theo?”
“Aww.” I paced by the windows. “You do listen.”
I didn’t hear anything he said after that because Alexis was standing on the lawn in leggings and a sports bra. Her bare feet were nestled in the grass like her instructor’s. As if that weren’t torture enough, Alexis bent over to unroll her yoga mat, putting her perfect ass on display.
“Fuck,” I said, dragging out the word.
“What?” Hunter asked.
I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. Especially not after she started going through a series of poses. I didn’t know much about yoga, but it was clear that Alexis was incredibly flexible.
“My, um, new neighbor is doing yoga on the lawn,” I said, settling on a version of the truth.
That got his attention. “Is she hot?”
“Mm-hmm.” My dick strained against my zipper as she leaned forward, giving me a straight shot into her sports bra. Was she trying to torture me?
“What’s she wearing?” Hunter’s husky voice snapped me out of the trance.
“We’re not having this conversation,” I said, cringing that it had even gotten as far as it had.
“Why not?” I could imagine his expression—genuinely perplexed. “You know what—you’re right. I have a better idea. Send me a picture.”
My vision clouded, and I clenched my phone in my hand. “I’m not sending you a picture of Alexis.”
