"Do you always get up so late?"
She glanced over her shoulder at me, holding her finger to her lips. She spoke softly, indicating that I should be quiet. I did my best to walk softly, not the easiest thing for a man of my size.
"It must have been the wine. Casey slept in too, which is great. She usually wakes up a bunch of times. She needs all the sleep she can get."
I put the basket on the kitchen table.
"What's that?"
"I'm guessing it's baked goods. Muffins, that sort of thing. Compliments of Mrs. Garretty."
"Oh. Thank you."
As usual, she looked confused when I did something nice for her. I watched in fascination as she rubbed her foot up and down her other leg. She'd clearly forgotten how see through her top was. I tried not to stare too obviously. It wasn't easy.
Of course, working with a hard on wasn't the easiest thing to do either. Maybe I could convince her to take a little break with me before her sister got up. I grinned. A little light fucking with breakfast.
No, not a little. A lot. If we started now, maybe we'd be done by sundown.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Coffee would be great."
"Sorry, no coffee. I have green tea."
"Sure. I guess you did just move in."
"Yes but we don't have coffee around anyway. Caffeine is rough on Casey's system. I stick to her diet for the most part. It's easier that way."
Once again I was struck by her dedication to her sister. She might be a pain in the ass, but she was a good person deep down. That much was obvious.
I frowned a little. It was a lot more fun to think about hate fucking her when I thought she was a high-strung bitch on wheels. But even if she was a saint, I didn't want a relationship. I just wanted to take out my rampant lust on her delectable little body.
And make her scream.
My ego demanded that.
She was watching me I realized. I hadn't been staring at her tits thank God. I stole a quick glance when she looked away. I moaned out loud, feeling my cock bob in my jeans.
"What?"
I cleared my throat.
"Nothing. So, where should we get started?"
Angelina
I sipped my green tea, watching Jackson climb a ladder on the side of the house. He had pulled off his sweater and handed it to me. I was fighting to resist the urge to smell it.
Me of all people. Sniffing a man's shirt. Not even my man either. Just a jerk who happened to smell intoxicatingly good.
This was ridiculous.
I was ridiculous.
I tried not to stare as his bulging muscles pushed against the thin cotton of his t-shirt. The man was exceptionally well built. Not just from the gym either. You could tell he earned those muscles the old-fashioned way. Through hard work and manual labor.
He looked like a cowboy, but the movie star version.
Clint Eastwood on steroids.
It was... distracting. To say the least. And I had things to do.
"Do you need anything?"
He grinned at me, looking over his shoulder from where he was patching the porch roof.
"I'm good."
"I'm going to get dressed."
He shook his head and turned back to what he was doing.
"Too bad, I liked the bunny slippers."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. Casey was up now and reading in the sunroom. I'd set it up with one of the hepa air filters, a few houseplants and a comfy chair. I'd even strung some sparkling string lights shaped liked stars along the wall of windows.
After her tiny room in New York, she said it was her favorite room she'd ever had. Our folks' place had been modest growing up. So it felt nice to give her something that made her feel special.
I stuck my head in the room.
"How are you?"
She held her thumb up and went back to her book.
I climbed the stairs to the bathroom and turned on the water. I decided I would take a long hot shower and-I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and screamed in shock.
My pajama top was see through. Not just a little either. My breasts were clearly visible through the sheer top. And Jackson had let me stand there all morning with my boobs hanging out!
No, not hanging-poking!
My nipples were like little ice picks, ready to cut a hole in my tank top. I growled and opened the door, ready to tear his head off. I was halfway down the stairs when I stopped.
If I did that, he would know I knew.
He would know he had gotten to me.
He would win.
I cursed and climbed the stairs again, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I would take a nice, short shower, put on ten layers of clothing and get on with my day.
I would be productive and calm.
I would not think about the fact that he'd seen my boobs.
I would ignore all his attempts to provoke me. No matter how hard it was. He would not get the best of me today!
Chapter Ten Jackson