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With all my achievements, I can't cook worth a damn. I also don’t have the inclination to hire anyone, so oily plasticky rice will have to do.
Not wanting to risk damaging my baby anymore, I get into my Jeep Wrangler instead and pull out. The radio offers background noise for the ride but it’s not enough to distract me from thinking about all my ongoing projects as I amble down the road, heading to the cottage.
Once I pull into the driveway, I immediately hear the loud music, some grating pop song. I'm instantly disappointed. This is something I was afraid of. Sure, it's not loud enough to disturb the distant neighbors, but the music is ruining the ambiance of the place, introducing chaos into the quiet tranquility.
My cottage doesn't need Katy Perry.
The door is unlocked and I let myself in, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting to me. My stomach immediately rumbles. It’s been a while since I’ve had a decent home-cooked meal, breakfast included. Especially something that smells this good. I’m almost tempted to go into the kitchen to see if I can snag some of it.
But before I can, she emerges from the bathroom door, singing,
“You make me feel like I’m living a teenage dre—”
Her admittedly decent vocals are cut off by a scream as she jumps at the sight of me. Her hand flies to her towel—which is the only thing she’s wearing.
“You scared me!" she says, alarm clear in her features.
I don’t respond, though. Because I’m too distracted by the way the towel molds over her body, not covering as much as it should.
Fuck, I can see the swells of the breasts at the top of the towel, predict the way they hang in heavy teardrops underneath. I can almost see the hint of nipples. I wonder just how secure the towel is at the side, and if just maybe a glorious burst of wind could blow it down.
A quick catch of breath has me dragging my eyes back up to her face. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are misty, their brightness barely shielding the desire that echoes inside my chest.
And now, my cock is twitching in my jeans.
“Hey,” she says, clearing her throat and attempting a nervous smile in greeting. “ I didn’t know you would be coming over today.”
“Yeah, I…” I try to remember my purpose for coming here, struggling to pull it back to mind. "I came to tell you that you have to..." Even though I know what I have to say, for some reason, I can't get the words out right now. “I came to see how you were holding up.”
That’s not what you were supposed to say, you horny bastard.
“I’m good,” she says and smiles at me. A little dimple winks on her cheek, something I didn’t notice last night. In fact, last night was so busy I didn’t notice just how fucking seductive she is.
Yeah, this is going to be a problem...
“I was just making some breakfast,” she says. “A bacon, egg, and cheese bagel. You want some?”
"Sure." I don't even recall answering as I let my eyes roam down her body once again, unable to resist. This time, I note the flare of her hips and the dimples in her knees too. I get all the way to her little feet, with her toes painted in a pretty pink color.
Fuck, she’s like something out of a centerfold.
“You always make breakfast naked?” The sentence slips out of me in a gravelly voice and she blushes even more.
“Um, yeah, sometimes, when I think I’m alone.” She gestures with her hands. “But now you’re here I’m going to run back to my room and change into some clothes.”
"That’s probably best," I say because I’m feeling a little like a starved animal standing in front of a tasty morsel.
"Yeah," she says and turns round to hobble back into her room, still clearly nursing the ankle.
Once she does, my head clears a little. And when it does, I sigh.
Somehow I feel like this is going to be a lot harder than I planned. Not just because she's sexually attractive. But now facing her again, it's a lot harder, in general, to tell her that I need her to leave.
Because where the fuck is she going to go?
Oh, fucking man up,I tell myself.You’re forty, not a fucking young idiot led round his balls.So what if she’s hot? It’s still not right that she stays here.
And when she comes back I’m going to tell her.
