Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Okay, wow that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to,” I say quickly. “I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to imply that I want to get with your dad or something–”
“It’s fine, Sadie,” Jake laughs. “My dad’s in his early seventies. I don’t think you’d want to anyway.”
We both get a good laugh out of my blunder, and I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of freshly cut grass coming in from outside as Jake continues to down what’s left of his lemonade.
“This is just so suburban, isn’t it?” I say, doing anything I can to change the subject.
“Are you not from the suburbs?” he asks. I shake my head.
“Manhattan originally. My mom is still there, but the city was driving me crazy. Where did you move from?”
“The total opposite,” he replies. “Vermont. Tiny little town.”
“Lots of private security jobs out there?” I tease.
“Oh, you betcha.” Jake replies with a little smile and a glance down at the table that clearly says he doesn’t want to talk about it. Whatever brought him here to Stamford is a sore subject for him.
He takes his rag and uses it to wipe more sweat from his neck. But after a moment, he glances at it and then at me.
“Say, Sadie. I know this might be a bit imposing. But would you mind if I jumped in your shower real quick?” For a second, I’m not sure if I heard him correctly. “Normally I’d never ask such a thing, but I’m still unpacking at my place, and all my bathroom stuff is still in boxes.”
“Yeah, of course you can!” I blurt out. Oh God, that sounded way too eager! But how am I supposed to help myself? Jake naked upstairs in my bathroom? That sounds pretty great to me.
“You’re going to fix my plumbing up there while you’re at it, right?” I ask.
Jake cocks his head to the side. “You have a plumbing issue?”
“No,” I giggle. “I’m just messing with you.”
Jake stands and stretches, making me fully aware of just how much taller than me he truly is.
“Good, because I could really use a rinse right about now.”
“Well, follow me.” I smile. “And I’ll show you the way.”
I feel like some kind of naughty hotel concierge as I lead Jake through my house and up the stairs, through my bedroom and into the master bathroom. Of course I could let him use the guest bathroom downstairs, but where’s the fun in that?
“I hope you don’t mind using girly soaps,” I say. I pull back the curtain to reveal my assortment of bar soaps and body washes that is bordering on the absurd.
“I like the way girls smell.” Jake grins as he strips out of his tank-top and drops it to the floor.
His body is even more insane than I’d imagined. His abs are like something out of a men’s magazine, leading up to a chest that might be bigger than mine. He has those sculpted v-lines leading down into his gym shorts, and I feel my mouth starting to water and have to immediately look away.
“Okay, so just let me know if you n-need anything,” Oh God, I’m starting to stammer. “I’ll be…around.”
“Thanks, Sadie.” Jake says and leans in to turn on the water. The last thing I see before I turn and exit the room are the muscles of his monstrous back. And then I hear a voice in my head telling me to stay.
10
Jake
Sadie was right; her soaps do smell girly, but I definitely don’t mind. There’s one that smells like vanilla and something else I can’t identify, but it’s got to be the one she uses the most, because it smells like she smells today. I go with the most neutral one I can find so we don’t end up smelling the same. For some reason, that feels like it would be strange to me.
I can still taste Sadie’s lemonade as I wash myself. It was delicious and unique. Who would ever have thought that mint and basil would go good with lemonade? Not me, that’s for sure. But then again, I’m just a grunt. What do I know about that sort of thing?
Sadie’s definitely a good homegrown woman, that’s for sure. Pops would be impressed by her. Just like I am.
Well, I’m more than impressed.
I look down at my hard-on and wonder what the hell I’m going to do about it. It was hard enough hiding it downstairs while I was sitting at the table across from her, but not getting one in her presence is like not having your mouth water with a juicy hot wagyu steak sitting in front of you.
My plan to weedwhack her lawn sure paid off. Just a bit of light morning work and here I am, naked in her house, in the bathroom attached to her bedroom.