“Alexis, huh? You sure are getting friendly with your new neighbor. Unless…” He was quiet for a moment, and I knew the wheels were turning. “Wait, is Alexis your boss?”
“What?” I scoffed. “No.”
“Ha! She is.” I could imagine his shit-eating grin. “Trying to bag a cougar after all?”
“Don’t call her that,” I hissed.
“Tell me one thing…” I could imagine him leaning back in a chair, his feet propped up on a desk, wearing a smug grin. “How old is she?”
I spotted Sophia, hopping across the grass. She bypassed Alexis and her yoga instructor and headed straight for my door. Guess this was just a regular day in her world. Mine too, now.
“She’s… I’m not doing this with you.” I spun away from the windows, suddenly feeling like a pervert for watching.
Could I really do this? Could I spend the next two months living in her pool house and not act on my desire for her?
I didn’t have a choice. If I wanted to finish my degree, if I didn’t want to completely fuck myself over financially, I needed to focus on the job, on Sophia. Sophia—not Alexis.
“Preston,” Sophia called, knocking on the door. “Preston,” she said in a singsong voice.
Since it was summer, Sophia could sleep in. Since she was supposed to be spending the summer with her dad, she had nowhere she needed to be, no schedule she needed to follow. I wondered what her summers were typically like. I wondered if she was the type of kid to get bored easily or if she was good at independent play. I wondered if this summer—living and working so closely with Alexis—was going to be pure torture.
“I have to go,” I said to Hunter.
“Have fun with your MILF.”
I covered the mouthpiece with my hand, careful not to cuss in front of Sophia, even if there was a door separating us. “Shut the fuck up,” I whispered just before I opened the door with a big smile. “Hey, princess.”
“Oh man. You are so screwed.” He chuckled.
“Catch you later.” I disconnected the call, but not before I heard his laughter reverberating through the phone.
Sophia cocked her head to the side. “Who were you talking to?”
“My friend Hunter.” I closed the door behind me.
Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look—shit.
Alexis had her hips pressed to the ground, her chest lifted. And she was looking right at me. For a brief moment, it was as if a thread stretched between us. I was tethered to her, pulled in her direction.
And then Sophia’s voice severed the connection.
I glanced away, returning my attention to Sophia. “Did you already eat breakfast?”
“Nope.”
I steered her toward the house, doing my best to ignore Alexis. A nearly impossible task when her lips parted slightly on an exhale, her head lifted toward the sky.
She was stunning. Her body, sculpted and lean. And so incredibly flexible. Watching her move through the yoga poses had my imagination working in overdrive. And her apparel wasn’t helping matters. Leggings that clung to her every curve, much like I wanted to. A sports bra that hugged her breasts, pushing them up so her cleavage nearly spilled over.
“Preston,” Sophia said.
I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to her. “Um, yeah?”
“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” she asked.
Your mom.
So bad. So, so inappropriate. But seriously…those leggings were going to be the death of me.
