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CHAPTER 32
Jimmy
My palms were sweaty as I knocked on Bella’s door. When she’d left my house that morning at 3:30 a.m., I’d lied to her. I’d told her that I couldn’t go to her workout class because I had an early morning tour. Which was technically true, but I’d already planned on skipping it.
And I had. I knew that she wouldn’t be expecting me or what I had planned, and even though we’d made huge strides toward a real relationship last night, these were still new waters for me, and I was finding it difficult to navigate them. I’d never had a girlfriend, and I wasn’t even sure that’s what she was, but part of my plan was to nail down that little detail.
I fisted my hand and rapped my knuckles on the door twice. Then I waited. No one came to the door. I’d seen her rental car out front, so I knew that she was back from the class.
Maybe she’d fallen asleep. I had kept her up all night, after all—and then she’d gotten up at the butt crack of dawn to go and do Harlan’s chores for him. Not to mention paying him for the privilege. That man was a damn genius if ya asked me. Some folks, including my brother Billy, were salty about his success. But not me. I always appreciated that sort of initiative.
Harlan hated gettin’ his hands dirty, or puttin’ in a hard day’s labor, and he loved women. He’d managed to work it out so that each day fifty or so eager, scantily-clad women showed up at his family’s farm and paid him, at the rate of ten bucks a head, to do his work for him.
Like I said, the man was a genius.
After staring at the unopened door for a minute or so, I decided to knock again. She may have gone back to sleep. I didn’t want to wake her up, but this was time-sensitive.
I was just about to knock again when the door flung open, revealing a dripping wet Bella. She wore one terrycloth towel wrapping her hair and another wrapping her body. I watched as a single drop of water slid down between her breasts. My dick had never been jealous of a drop of water before, but it damn sure was now. It wanted to be that drop sliding between her plump bosoms.
“Hey!” Bella exclaimed, concern showing on her face. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah…” I was a little disorientated. “Everything’s fine.”
I tried to keep my eyes above the line of the towel. If I let them slide down, I wasn’t going to be responsible for my actions, because I knew what was behind that terrycloth material. Heaven.
And as much as I wanted to take a trip there, today wasn’t about me. It was about her.
“What are you doing here?” Bella asked, tugging up on the center of her towel, causing her cleavage to spill over. I had to get my shit together—maybe she was self-conscious because I couldn’t stop looking at that area.
I inhaled slowly through my nose and thought about baseball stats.
She continued, a worried furrow creasing her brow, “I thought you had tours all day?”
“I called in a favor.”
Actually, I’d taken advantage of Billy’s good mood, inspired by Reagan finally agreeing to be his wife. When he’d texted a picture of the ring on her finger, I’d asked if he’d cover me for the next couple days because I wanted to spend as much time with Bella as possible.
He’d agreed, most likely still riding the euphoric high of locking down the woman of his dreams. Now, it was my turn.
“Come in.” She held the door open.
As tempted as I was, I knew that I couldn’t. If I took one step toward that woman, especially in her current attire, I’d have her naked and be inside her in thirty seconds flat. I wouldn’t be able to control myself. “I’d love to, but if I do that, we’re gonna miss our first activity, and we’re runnin’ late as it is.”
“Activity?” Her brow creased. “What activity?”
“Time to start crossing things off that list. Get dressed, I’ll be waiting in the truck.”
“Really?” she asked, eyes widening as if no one had ever gone out of their way to do something special for her.
The saddest part was, I thought that might actually be the case.
“Really,” I confirmed.
“Where are we going?” A grin exuding childlike excitement spread across her face. “What should I wear?”
As little as possible.
“It’s gonna be a hot one, shorts and a tank top should work.”
