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Authors: Hot Tree Editing, K. B. Webb
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know that Skype in five minutes works for me.
I fix a pot of coffee and grab a Diet Coke while I wait for it to brew.
I hear footsteps and look up to see Lucas stride into the kitchen wearing only boxers. I finally get a good hard look at his chest and arms. He’s built like a Greek God. Sculpted arms, six pack, traps, those sexy as hell V things that lead into his pants. You name it; Lucas Wade’s got it.
“I’ll leave soon, I swear. I just need coffee first.”
He wanders into the room rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. He leans against the counter and smiles at me when I hand him a cup of coffee. I don’t ask if he takes it with cream or sugar, he just seems like the kind of guy who takes it black, and when he takes a sip, I know I’m right.
“Did I imagine shit or was your phone ringing off the hook this morning?” His voice still has a gruff tone to it due to the lack of sleep. It’s sexy and makes me want to fuck him right here, in my kitchen, on these sparkling granite counter tops.
I hear a ringing coming from my room. What the fuck is that? Oh, shit, my computer.
“Oh, shit, that’s my mom.”
“Why do you look so nervous? And what is that ringing?”
“That’s my laptop; my mom is trying to call me on Skype. We talk every day, usually early, and since I didn’t answer her phone calls or texts until noon, I know I’m going to get shit from her.”
He laughs, “I gotta hear this.” He starts to follow me back toward my bedroom.
“Fine, just stay out of view. The last thing I need is her asking questions. She’s a bit nosey.”
He follows me back to my room carrying his coffee cup, “aren’t all moms?” I grab my laptop from my dresser, and we both sit on my bed. He leans against the headboard and I sit at the end of the bed, facing him so I can see him, but my mother can’t.
As soon as I open my laptop, she calls me again. I look at Lucas over my laptop. “Lucas, don’t say a word. Please.” He nods in my direction.
I answer the call, prepared to deal with the consequences of making my mother worry.
“Hi, Mom.” I brace myself.
“Dani Gail, what is wrong with you? You had me worried sick, young lady! Why in the hell were you sleeping till noon anyway? That’s not like you. Are you sick?” I really do feel like shit for making her worry. I know she hates being so far away from me. My mom is a natural caretaker, and with me being three hundred miles away, she feels a little lost.
“I’m not sick, Mom. I swear. I just had a late night last night, so I slept in, and I forgot to put my phone beside my bed so I could hear you call this morning. Sorry, Momma.”
Lucas is making sarcastic ‘aww’ faces and placing his hand over his heart in a dramatic fashion. He’s an asshole, but he looks ridiculously hot sitting in my bed, shirtless, drinking from my coffee cup, so I will forgive him for being an asshole.
“Late night, huh?” Oh no, she’s giving me the look. The ‘I’m your mother so I know exactly what long night means’ look. Shit.
“Yep, just a long night. Fridays are really busy at the bar. I was on my feet all night, so I was super worn out once I got home.” Please don’t ask any more questions. Please don’t ask any more questions!
“You being worn out wouldn’t have anything to do with the good looking shirtless boy sitting on your bed would it?” Fuck.
I look over my laptop at Lucas. His eyes are as big as saucers and he shrugs, showing he has no clue how she knows he’s there. Neither do I. I decided it’s best to just play it off. Be cool about it.
I laugh at her, “Gail, what are you talking about? There is no shirtless boy in my bed! Have you been drinking today?” I’m trying to make a joke out of it. Maybe she won’t catch on that I’m lying and I’m laughing because I’m nervous.
“Dani Gail, don’t lie to me. I can see that boy’s reflection in the mirror behind you.” I turn around and, sure enough, she has a
I fix a pot of coffee and grab a Diet Coke while I wait for it to brew.
I hear footsteps and look up to see Lucas stride into the kitchen wearing only boxers. I finally get a good hard look at his chest and arms. He’s built like a Greek God. Sculpted arms, six pack, traps, those sexy as hell V things that lead into his pants. You name it; Lucas Wade’s got it.
“I’ll leave soon, I swear. I just need coffee first.”
He wanders into the room rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. He leans against the counter and smiles at me when I hand him a cup of coffee. I don’t ask if he takes it with cream or sugar, he just seems like the kind of guy who takes it black, and when he takes a sip, I know I’m right.
“Did I imagine shit or was your phone ringing off the hook this morning?” His voice still has a gruff tone to it due to the lack of sleep. It’s sexy and makes me want to fuck him right here, in my kitchen, on these sparkling granite counter tops.
I hear a ringing coming from my room. What the fuck is that? Oh, shit, my computer.
“Oh, shit, that’s my mom.”
“Why do you look so nervous? And what is that ringing?”
“That’s my laptop; my mom is trying to call me on Skype. We talk every day, usually early, and since I didn’t answer her phone calls or texts until noon, I know I’m going to get shit from her.”
He laughs, “I gotta hear this.” He starts to follow me back toward my bedroom.
“Fine, just stay out of view. The last thing I need is her asking questions. She’s a bit nosey.”
He follows me back to my room carrying his coffee cup, “aren’t all moms?” I grab my laptop from my dresser, and we both sit on my bed. He leans against the headboard and I sit at the end of the bed, facing him so I can see him, but my mother can’t.
As soon as I open my laptop, she calls me again. I look at Lucas over my laptop. “Lucas, don’t say a word. Please.” He nods in my direction.
I answer the call, prepared to deal with the consequences of making my mother worry.
“Hi, Mom.” I brace myself.
“Dani Gail, what is wrong with you? You had me worried sick, young lady! Why in the hell were you sleeping till noon anyway? That’s not like you. Are you sick?” I really do feel like shit for making her worry. I know she hates being so far away from me. My mom is a natural caretaker, and with me being three hundred miles away, she feels a little lost.
“I’m not sick, Mom. I swear. I just had a late night last night, so I slept in, and I forgot to put my phone beside my bed so I could hear you call this morning. Sorry, Momma.”
Lucas is making sarcastic ‘aww’ faces and placing his hand over his heart in a dramatic fashion. He’s an asshole, but he looks ridiculously hot sitting in my bed, shirtless, drinking from my coffee cup, so I will forgive him for being an asshole.
“Late night, huh?” Oh no, she’s giving me the look. The ‘I’m your mother so I know exactly what long night means’ look. Shit.
“Yep, just a long night. Fridays are really busy at the bar. I was on my feet all night, so I was super worn out once I got home.” Please don’t ask any more questions. Please don’t ask any more questions!
“You being worn out wouldn’t have anything to do with the good looking shirtless boy sitting on your bed would it?” Fuck.
I look over my laptop at Lucas. His eyes are as big as saucers and he shrugs, showing he has no clue how she knows he’s there. Neither do I. I decided it’s best to just play it off. Be cool about it.
I laugh at her, “Gail, what are you talking about? There is no shirtless boy in my bed! Have you been drinking today?” I’m trying to make a joke out of it. Maybe she won’t catch on that I’m lying and I’m laughing because I’m nervous.
“Dani Gail, don’t lie to me. I can see that boy’s reflection in the mirror behind you.” I turn around and, sure enough, she has a
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