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To be honest, I’m more than a little surprised by this whole interaction because I’m sure Sam’s a nice guy, but I think we’ve spoken about ten words to each other over the last few months. And the only recent conversation I even really remember had something to do with the house needing a repair of some sort, which of course, I left to him. But now, this intimate little exchange has me feeling a little worked up (almost turned on if I’m being truthful), and I’m not entirely sure what to do about it.
After all, when Sam burst into my room, I was shocked. He never comes down to my floor, so it was a surprise to see him. But I was also horrified because here I am, dressed in practically nothing, and I’ve already flashed my big breasts at the man. But now, the shock and horror has morphed into a sick kind of thrill because if I’m being honest, Sam is hot as fuck. Sure, he’s in pale blue scrubs at the moment, but it only makes his blue eyes pop even more. There’s a little bit of scruff on his face from working a long shift, but other than that, the man of the house is hotter than most of the guys I know who are my age.
Plus, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Sam. He’s strong and sexy, and obviously works out because his body looks like it was chiseled by a Renaissance artist. His jet-black hair is cut short on the sides but flows thick on top of his head. I’m pretty sure his jaw could cut glass. Not to mention a mouth that’s far too sensual for a man. He rarely smiles but when he does, I’m a definite goner. Sam is hot as hell, and at this particular moment, I feel squirmy, aroused, and so turned-on.
“So what kind of exercises are you doing?” Sam asks. His deep voice draws me away from my reveries and I stare at him blankly. “Earth to Harlow,” he says lightly, a small grin splaying across that sensual mouth.
I consider lying to him, mostly because I feel silly. But at the same time, I’m not really embarrassed. I actually feel sort of defensive, almost like I want to challenge him just to see how he might react to me.
“I was doing booty workouts,” I say in a snappy tone, like this is totally normal. I try to gauge his reaction to my declaration, but it’s hard because this man is a mystery, so I plow ahead. “Everyone is into booty exercises these days,” I say in a prim manner. “A big backside is the thing to have. I mean, have you seen Cardi B and Kim Kardashian? Their butts are incredibly juicy,” I inform him.
Of course, Sam is probably not the kind of man who keeps up with reality TV stars or rap music for that matter, but he nods slowly.
“Cardi B?” Sam repeats. “Yeah, I’ve heard of her.” But he’s not looking at my face as he speaks. Nope, the older man’s gaze is definitely resting on my ass, and when he does finally look away, I notice that his eyes look like blue fire— they’re full of heat and a look I’ve come to recognize from my time at Club Z: lust.
Huh, that’s good information to know, I muse, pleased with this revelation. Or maybe he’s astonished at how flat my butt is, I think just as quickly. I frown, feeling like an idiot for even believing for one second that someone as sexy as Sam would look twice at me.
“Why the frown?” the older man growls, his blue eyes perceptive.
“Oh, um,” I stammer, desperately trying to think of a response. “I guess I’m just disappointed that my butt’s not as perky as I want it to be.” OMG, am I really blabbing this? I tell myself to stop talking, but my mouth keeps running like it has a mind of its own.
“What do you mean?” asks Sam.
I swallow.
“Well, that’s why I’m doing these exercises,” I explain quickly. “Although I’m not really sure how these exercises are going to help either. I mean, I know maybe eventually they might, but how long does it take? I want a big booty like now, and if it takes ten years, then I’ll be old by then!”
Sam raises his thick eyebrows as he eyes my figure. I can’t read his expression, however, as his gaze roams over my voluptuous frame. Oh god, oh god, this is so embarrassing, but the fact that he’s looking at my nearly-nude form is enough to make me feel all tingly inside. I’m shocked by how wet I’m getting, and my thighs clamp together with need. Sam notices too because his eyebrows rise.
