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Seriously, watch me.
Last night, before fantasizing about the tatted god in my living room, I was on YouTube watching how-to videos about fitting into trunk spaces. Yup, I can be big trouble!
Stepping out of the shower, I wipe the steamy mirror to look at my face. Freddy called me absolutely gorgeous last night. He also told me he would show me such a good time that I wouldn’t know what to do. Geesh. A chill rattles through my body. I honestly have no recollection of Freddy being so hot the last time I saw him. Maybe it’s because I was a teenager then and not interested in a grown man.
I hear a click of a door.
“Oh, shit!” I yelp.
With the door open, Freddy takes one huge eyeful of my soaking wet naked body before swinging the door close.
The width of his sparkly blue eyes replays in my mind as I glance at myself in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out what angle he saw me from. I hope it was gracious to me. Never knew I could feel both excited and embarrassed about something at the same time. My nipples harden, and I hear Freddy on the other side.
“I’m so sorry, Sadie. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in there. The door was open and—”
“Shush. Be quiet before my dad hears.” I talk to the closed door as I tightly wrap my bathrobe around me.
When I open the door, Freddy’s eyes blaze through me, begging for forgiveness.
I smirk and peer over his shoulder. As expected, my parents’ door is still closed.
“Shush. It’s our little secret.” I tease, placing my right index finger on his mouth and swiftly sliding it away.
He swallows and backs up, granting me more than enough space to slide by.
“I’m sorry,” he mouths.
God, why is he so hot? I wonder what he thought when he saw me naked. I think I have a decent pair of perky Cs, and my backside is on the rounder side. Last I checked, ‘Big Ass’ has its own porn category. If I’m lucky, it’s his thing. He could’ve caught the side of it.
Regardless, I shouldn’t hang around outside my bedroom with a robe on.
“I forgive you.” I joke before I promise to see him at breakfast.
But there’s really no real breakfast without Mom around. After I’ve packed my backpack with only essentials, I call off work. I tell them I’m not feeling well, and this gives me enough time since I don’t return back to work until Tuesday morning. Ooh, and Wednesday is my interview for “Nightingale’s.” Factoring that today is Saturday, I have enough time to spend at least one full day and night in Chicago before trying to figure out how to get back.
I finally make my way back into Freddy’s view. He’s having coffee with my dad on the back deck. I hear a stream of old country music bellowing out as I slide the screen door open to shout a generous “Good morning!”
Dad gives me a half smile and a nod.
“Good morning, Sadie. You work today?”
I shake my head, trying to catch eye contact with Freddy, but he thinks his coffee mug is more interesting to stare at.
“Good morning,” Freddy mumbles as if forced.
“No, I don’t work until Tuesday, Dad. It’s crazy how sporadic I’m scheduled. Just another reason I need a better job or a city with tons of options. I can’t be stuck here for too long. So…Freddy?”
Freddy lifts his eyes, and we lock stares again. He no longer has to undress me with his eyes; he’s seen everything. But I’m sure it’s all like a big tease, like that museum saying, “Look but don’t touch.” I wonder if he’s had a moment to imagine exploring me. Just a moment.
“Yes, Sadie?” His tone reminds me of a teacher calling on an eager student.
It’s not like I’m Savannah’s age.
“What time are you heading out?”
“Ready for him to leave already?” Dad jokes, but he has no idea.
Freddy laughs. “In about ten minutes. I have a wedding to go to.”
