off the phone with Scot. They could have
been back to the point of no return in minutes. But it would've been
wrong. He didn't feel he owed Olivia his loyalty. Hell, he was fairly
certain she hadn't shown him any. Nevertheless, he had his own sense
of honor. He didn't want to taint what he had with Missy by starting
out like that either. Like he'd told her, it'd be worth the wait.
For now though, he needed to lose himself in his
code. While he waited for the program to load, he set the alarm on
his watch. When it went off he would go to bed and get some sleep. He
didn't want to work all night and then sleep all day. He wanted to be
awake tomorrow, with Missy home alone.
***
The sun almost blinded him when he parted the
shades to peek out. He scrunched up his eyes, then slowly opened
them, adjusting to the bright light. He peered at the house. The
kitchen curtains were open. Good. He took a shower in record time and
pulled on his shorts. He rifled through the drawers. He needed to
bring more clothes up here—or wash some. He grinned when he
found one of his workout shirts. Hey, he'd worked hard to get in the
shape he was in now, why not? He pulled it on and looked in the
mirror. It looked good. He shook his head, wondering what the jocks
from high school would think if they could see him now. He didn't
really care though. He was more interested in what Missy might think.
He left the RV and walked through the back yard. He could see her in
the kitchen. Her hair was mostly up in a ponytail. She wore a short,
blue robe, belted at the waist and clinging to her round backside.
Maybe this was a bad idea? He already had the beginnings of a major
hard-on. Before he could change his mind, she turned and saw him. The
bulge in his shorts grew bigger as she ran her eyes over him. Seemed
she liked his choice of shirt.
She waved and pointed to the door. He hurried
around and drew in a sharp breath when she opened it. If the robe
clung to her backside, it did even better with her full breasts,
showcasing her cleavage and doing nothing to disguise the fact that
either she was cold or she was quite pleased to see him too. He only
realized he was staring when he heard her laugh.
“G'morning, hero. And by the way? I'm up
here!”
Oh, no! He bit on his lip as he raised his
eyes to meet hers. “I'm sorry, Miss. I....”
She laughed again. She didn't seem angry at all.
“No, problem, honey. I take it as a compliment, not an insult.”
He grinned, relieved. “Oh, it's definitely a
compliment. They're....”
She cut him off. “Alright! Don't push it.
Come on in and have some coffee. But, when you speak, just remember,
up here.” She pointed at her eyes with a grin.
She was amazing! So easy going. He followed her
into the kitchen and sat at the table. He couldn't help but admire
her ass while she poured two mugs of coffee. She put one in front of
him and sat down.
“I didn't expect to see you up and about
this early.”
He grinned. “I didn't sleep too well.”
“Me neither.”
“Aw, Miss. You needed to.”
“Tell me about it. But someone left me
wanting and I kept having all these dreams.” The look on her
face was half teasing, half serious.
“Want to tell me about them?” He
raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. He'd love to hear
about her dreams.
“No chance!” She grinned. “Maybe
next weekend.”
He wished they could fast forward to next weekend.
Olivia would be history by then. “Fair enough.”
She sipped her coffee, looking at him over the rim
of her mug. “What are you doing today?”
“Not much. I'm just sticking around to see
Scot when he gets back.” And hoping to spend some more time
with Missy. And delaying seeing Olivia—he wasn't looking
forward to that. “I was wonder if you want to hang out? I was
going to go to the store for the papers and get some breakfast at the
resort. If you want, you could come, or I could bring them back
here?”
“You'd do that?” She looked
been back to the point of no return in minutes. But it would've been
wrong. He didn't feel he owed Olivia his loyalty. Hell, he was fairly
certain she hadn't shown him any. Nevertheless, he had his own sense
of honor. He didn't want to taint what he had with Missy by starting
out like that either. Like he'd told her, it'd be worth the wait.
For now though, he needed to lose himself in his
code. While he waited for the program to load, he set the alarm on
his watch. When it went off he would go to bed and get some sleep. He
didn't want to work all night and then sleep all day. He wanted to be
awake tomorrow, with Missy home alone.
***
The sun almost blinded him when he parted the
shades to peek out. He scrunched up his eyes, then slowly opened
them, adjusting to the bright light. He peered at the house. The
kitchen curtains were open. Good. He took a shower in record time and
pulled on his shorts. He rifled through the drawers. He needed to
bring more clothes up here—or wash some. He grinned when he
found one of his workout shirts. Hey, he'd worked hard to get in the
shape he was in now, why not? He pulled it on and looked in the
mirror. It looked good. He shook his head, wondering what the jocks
from high school would think if they could see him now. He didn't
really care though. He was more interested in what Missy might think.
He left the RV and walked through the back yard. He could see her in
the kitchen. Her hair was mostly up in a ponytail. She wore a short,
blue robe, belted at the waist and clinging to her round backside.
Maybe this was a bad idea? He already had the beginnings of a major
hard-on. Before he could change his mind, she turned and saw him. The
bulge in his shorts grew bigger as she ran her eyes over him. Seemed
she liked his choice of shirt.
She waved and pointed to the door. He hurried
around and drew in a sharp breath when she opened it. If the robe
clung to her backside, it did even better with her full breasts,
showcasing her cleavage and doing nothing to disguise the fact that
either she was cold or she was quite pleased to see him too. He only
realized he was staring when he heard her laugh.
“G'morning, hero. And by the way? I'm up
here!”
Oh, no! He bit on his lip as he raised his
eyes to meet hers. “I'm sorry, Miss. I....”
She laughed again. She didn't seem angry at all.
“No, problem, honey. I take it as a compliment, not an insult.”
He grinned, relieved. “Oh, it's definitely a
compliment. They're....”
She cut him off. “Alright! Don't push it.
Come on in and have some coffee. But, when you speak, just remember,
up here.” She pointed at her eyes with a grin.
She was amazing! So easy going. He followed her
into the kitchen and sat at the table. He couldn't help but admire
her ass while she poured two mugs of coffee. She put one in front of
him and sat down.
“I didn't expect to see you up and about
this early.”
He grinned. “I didn't sleep too well.”
“Me neither.”
“Aw, Miss. You needed to.”
“Tell me about it. But someone left me
wanting and I kept having all these dreams.” The look on her
face was half teasing, half serious.
“Want to tell me about them?” He
raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. He'd love to hear
about her dreams.
“No chance!” She grinned. “Maybe
next weekend.”
He wished they could fast forward to next weekend.
Olivia would be history by then. “Fair enough.”
She sipped her coffee, looking at him over the rim
of her mug. “What are you doing today?”
“Not much. I'm just sticking around to see
Scot when he gets back.” And hoping to spend some more time
with Missy. And delaying seeing Olivia—he wasn't looking
forward to that. “I was wonder if you want to hang out? I was
going to go to the store for the papers and get some breakfast at the
resort. If you want, you could come, or I could bring them back
here?”
“You'd do that?” She looked
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